1. I drank bitterness by day,
And boiling rage against fate's way.

2. I long for night to make life's grief abate,
For the soul dwells amid the bones' estate.

3. By day I dream of the fears I await,
As I did before my dreamful state.

4. In neither condition can I feel sate,
Be it joy I take or sorrow's weight.

5. The lawful sustenance midst the two
Is obscure and not what I pursue.

6. No fortune in the lawful do I accrue,
No joy either from the unlawful view.

7. I know not if this be from my rue
Or if days make war 'gainst the true.