It was your lovely eye
that bound me. The halls
of tears became the doors
to woe. The Sun's passage
seemed to be the way
of misfortune. My heart
was clear, and my heart's
suffering began with eyes
of pity. I went on my way
securely through the halls
and fearless passages.
Love went through doors,
and I was caught in halls
whose rays turn the eye.
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