Day after day he comes and goes br away. br Go, and give him a flower from my br hair, my friend. br If he asks who was it that sent it, I br entreat you do not tell him my name-- br for he only comes and goes away. br He sits on the dust under the tree. br Spread there a seat with flowers and br leaves, my friend. br His eyes are sad, and they bring br sadness to my heart. br He does not speak what he has in br mind; he only comes and goes away.