When after feeling a craving for Punhoo and inspite of it I tried to sleep, the latter under its influence, would not come to me. When ultimately it did come, I could not awaken, though those for whom I craved had come to me (and then gone away). My sisters "All this was (tragic) inadvertance on my part. Else how can sleep be aligned with love and craving?"

I lay down to sleep but could not for longing of Punhoon,
When he, for whom I had remained awake and then fallen
asleep, Came, I did not wake up,
Sisters, I did wrong for yearning and sleep do not go together.