I ASK FOR AN audience from you, my King, in your solitary chamber.
Call me from the crowd.
When your gate was kept open for all I entered your courtyard
with the bustling throng, and in the confusion found you not.
Now when at night they take up their lanterns and go by different
roads to their different homes, allow me to linger here for
a moment, standing at your feet, and hold up my lamp and see your face.