Joy of lamentation

A mistress, the modest, disengaged her servant,

Though he managed her wishes to perfection,

For he had left her for a while. Ardent

Was she to have a substitute in her vocation.

The servant, in his exile, in disarray went

And, stake-less, strayed for his salvation.

Neither of them, in new arena, was content.

Both of them lamented over their ill-action.

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