I was furious with my companion:
I told my fury, my rage ended.
I was furious with my enemy:
I let it know not, my rage grew.
What's more, I waterd it in fears
Night and morning with my tears;
What's more, I sunned it with grins,
What's more, with delicate beguiling wiles.
What's more, it developed both day and night,
Till it bore an apple brilliant.
Also, my enemy viewed it sparkle,
Also, he realized that it was mine,
Also, into my garden stole,
At the point when the night had hidden the post;
Toward the beginning of the day happy I see
My adversary outstretchd underneath the tree.