My bangles left. My best friends, tears, went on forever. My self-control wouldn't sit still for a minute. My mind made itself up to go on ahead. When my man made up his mind to go, everything else went, just like him. Life, if you must go, too, then don't forsake your entourage of friends.
Amaru (c. seventh century A.D.), Kashmirian king, compiler, author of some of the poems in the anthology which bears his name. translated from the Amaruataka by Martha Ann Selby, vs. 35, Motilal Banarsidass (1983).
A cultural note: the woman's bangles "leave" because she is so lovesick for her absent lover that her arms have become thin and her ornaments slip off.