Mourn, Venuses and Cupids
And all who have tasted love.
My girl’s sparrow is dead.
Sparrow, apple of my girl’s eye
Whom she loved more than her own eyes
For he was honey-sweet and knew his owner
As well as a girl knows her own mother.
He never shifted himself from her lap
But hopping around
Cheep here
Cheep there
Would chirp continuously to his mistress only.
But now he travels that shadowy path
From which they allow no return.
Shame on you, cruel darkness of the
Underworld who devours all beautiful things
As you have stolen pretty Sparrow from me.
Criminal deed. Poor little sparrow.
It is your fault the darling eyes of my girl
Are now swollen and red from weeping.