On the eve of the previous day, I was prancing through long, fresh lemongrass with my love, Lysander; today my heart is trembling with fear as he has vanished from my sight. Exhausted, I awoke during the night. Maybe, someone or something woke me. I then knew that he had disappeared. Whatever woke me, it has long gone. But the ferocious wolves are howling, wise old owls are hooting, squirrels are gnawing hazelnuts and grasshoppers are leaping. Hopefully, he’s not amongst the fighting stags or the savage badgers from the east. Though the dew has soaked me through, I do not care: I only want the love of my life back.
I am certain that he has not run away because there is not one reason why. Oh Lysander, where have you gone? I long for you to protect me from dangerous beasts that will do absolutely anything to me. Maybe you have been taken over by evil. But how could that happen during a short slumber? Cold wind from the north blows into me, pushing me closer to a vortex of loneliness. Lysander, please just come back.