Sometimes love absorbs us totally and makes us insane.
It is a trap that's easier to fall into than to avod.

Tell me, my mother,
what am I to do?

My spirit has flown away to her
He is in her arms
He flies like a bird
Spellbound
Naive and innocent

My trouble is internal
Digging away in secret
To cure it I have tried everything
It is incurable
It is going to finish me off

The days I have left
Seem hard and painful
I am sad and ill
Everything tastes bitter
The fruit of my labour
Is taken away by the winds