1. I kiss the dust of your feet, oh my sorrow
If not for that, I would not be called afflicted

2. It is not for love of the dust itself
But love of the one who walked on the dust

3. I am mad for her, and have become with her
A lover who finds torment pleasant

4. I have frequented the deserted places in every land
And lived with beasts, slept and lived pleasantly