CANTO 38
Entangled music is what I've been feeling. What good is it being good, if inside there's no music? I describe the state of two lovers, and I return to my suffering. I complain, 'To me, Fate is hurtful.' Having surrendered myself I'm compelled to endure love's pain. I deplore my lost freedom. But I am happy. My poems are about one soul needing another, although it's best to Turn away f/ life's pleasures. Ah, dear reader, turn away.