In Asuni, come 0 my Beloved. Thy wife is repining herself to death. If the Lord makes her meet, then alone can she meet with Him, but the bride is ruined by the love of another. When the bride is disfigured by falsehood, then the Spouse forsakes her. Then bloom the reed and tamarix diocia. Summer is left behind and the winter season lies ahead. Seeing this play my mind wavers. All over the ten sides the boughs are green and verdant. That which slowly ripens, is sweet. Meet thou me, 0 my Love in Asuni. The True Guru has become my mediator.