My spirit is carried away by desire; it suffers me not to look on Thy face; fain would my heart break for sorrow. Why hast Thou made me like a young wife in her husband’s house? I have no power, no authority of my own.
In the morning when I feel I ought to visit Thee, I cannot steal to thee, my desire continues unsatisfied. Thus it seems that all my toils are wasted; all that I have spent is lost, says Tuka.
In the morning when I feel I ought to visit Thee, I cannot steal to thee, my desire continues unsatisfied. Thus it seems that all my toils are wasted; all that I have spent is lost, says Tuka.