Where Is My Share of Life

Nowadays, my eyes, waterlily cups brimming with tears,
Rills of tears run down dark-blue hills.
What world my heart feels,
My eyes, a purple hue.
Your kiss like berried holly,
You made me rush into folly.
If your heart is full of glee,
Why do your feet feel to flee from me?

In the first days of our love,
Our birds chirped with mirth.
Nowadays, our hearts murmur of loss.
Our life was song and dance,
In an eternal prance.
Our souls glided on fluffy clouds every night.
Our hearts did not care for wind or tide.
Never could the spear of fear pierce our love.
No groan, no moan,
Just the thrill of our spirits till the pale of dawn.

No whim in our life would stray away
Like a deer from its peer.
I soothed your pain upon my breast.
No beauty was lovelier in the east or west.

These days, your velvet summer song,
Your fair melody,
Is “my poor lady.”
To you, where does our love belong?

Don't gently murder my soul.
Never leave me on the brink of lost recollection.
There is no longer that rosy-warm kiss.
I think no longer of love in despair.
Do you even care?

You never whisper sweet, dewy blossoms of our moments.
From your mouth spills a fearful tone;
From mine, a miserable moan.
Your voice rumbles,
My whole being trembles.

Where is my share of life?

Nowadays, your present to me is a sword.
Where are the pleasant words,
And where is my reward?

The hope of my life flew
Like the brazen summer sun,
And two poor drops of dew.

Where is my share of life?
Where is my share of life?

Where is my share of life?