Abed Azrié - The Avowal | Текст песни

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Anonymous (Andalusian, c. 11th century)

Temperate companion, what man
Can ease the agony of love?
Does a confidant exist to hear
The melancholy in the plaint
Weighing on my heart?

Consumed was I by suffering love,when
Longing at long last escaped my lips,
Confession coaxed by hopelessness
Wine served by a a servants hand
fedIntoxication, fueled an inner fire,
Ending in an ineluctable avowal.

Only the purest wines can wrench
Such disclosures from the heart.
Drink on, then, to the one I love,
She, my consummate contentment.

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