Classic Poem

My wife is far away,
not here beside me,
and because the road
is such a long one,
my heart is restless
with feelings of desire,
my heart has no rest
from these feelings of pain,
and I wish I were the cloud
that crosses the sky,
I wish I were the bird
flying high above —
I would go tomorrow
and speak with my love,
and because of me
my love would be at ease,
and because of her
I too would be at ease —
if only I could see her
and be with her now!

ENVOY

So long since
we stretched out our arms
for a pillow —
to think we've gone
a whole year without meeting!