Poor comfort

Every midnight I weep and sob

because I miss you.

One night nocturnal ghosts came

and I was ashamed.

"Nocturnal ghosts," I said,

"Sobbing and weeping

you find me, whom

sleeping, you once passed by.

Great goodness I miss.

Think not the worse of me,

this man whom once you called wise,

for a great evil has befallen him!"

And the nocturnal ghosts,

with long faces,

passed by:

whether I was wise or foolish

did not trouble them at all.