I'm sitting on an idle chair.
The heart's wandering I know not where,
Searching, seeking to share and confide,
While the world's all asleep outside.
The moon shies away behind a cloud,
As Heart calls upon't to hear its sound;
The stars are busy twinkling numerous times,
So is the breeze, blowing the wind-chimes.
It turns and turns itself to prove,
How painful it is to stay so still,
The void within, it yearns to fulfil.
It throws me down unable to bear;
Heart scatters in pieces round the empty, idle chair.