The self writhing1 hearts are captives of lures,
All writhing in pains and wriggling for cures.
Thou seekest my kowtows but see that kings,
Are prone not to tax the desolated wings.2
Self writhing-for want of contentment.
2. Desolated wings barren lands. His heart, as much his forehead are barren, as the light of God is not filled there in.