Sit Smiling

I boasted among men that I had known you. 

They see your pictures in all works of mine. 

They come and ask me, `Who is he?' 

I know not how to answer them. I say, `Indeed, I cannot tell.' 

They blame me and they go away in scorn. 

And you sit there smiling. 

I put my tales of you into lasting songs. 

The secret gushes out from my heart. 

They come and ask me, `Tell me all your meanings.' 

I know not how to answer them. 

I say, `Ah, who knows what they mean!' 

They smile and go away in utter scorn. 

And you sit there smiling.