My soul will not sleep For want of my sister The river…
““My soul will not sleep For want of my sister The river runs between us And I am sick with loss. My pool is broken By ripples unending, For the wind has blown her far away, The wind has blown her far away. Oh, sister, your perfume Is like honey dropped in water. Like spices and pomegranates, You stain my mouth with longing. My pool is broken By ripples unending; The wind has blown your odor far away, The wind has blown your odor far away. The gods have made your love Like the advance of flames on straw, My longing like the downward stoop Of the falcon in bright flight. My pool is broken By ripples unending. I will fly to you on wind far away, I will fly to you on wind far away. I am a hunted goose, a hunted one; The beauty of your shining hair Is a bait to trap me in your net; Your eyes, a snare of meryu-wood. Gratefully I fall Into ripples unending. Hunt me, sister, far away. Hunt me, sister, far away.””
About This Quote
This interpretation was drafted with AI assistance. It is one reading of the quote, not the author's own explanation.
A sister’s loss creates endless yearning, likened to a broken pool of ripples.
In simple terms: Sister’s death leaves unending longing.
Key Takeaway
Honor memory through expression.
Themes
grief
longing
family
nature imagery
spiritual yearning
Mood
melancholic
poetic
Type
literary
spiritual
When to use this quote
- memorial services
- art therapy
- writing workshops
- counseling
- ritual remembrance
Key Concepts
poetry
mythology
psychology
cultural symbolism
Questions to Reflect On
- How does nature reflect sorrow?
- What rituals aid healing?
A Different Perspective
Metaphors may obscure personal grief.