Love Song III

Is my heart not softened by your love-longing for me?
My dogfoot which excites your passions
Not will I allow it
To depart from me.

Although cudgeled even to the "Guard of the overflow,"
To Syria, with shebod-rods and clubs,
To Kush, with palm-rods,
To the highlands, with switches
To the lowlands, with twigs,

Never will I listen to their counsel
To abandon longing.