1. I found no cure for what ails me,
Though I complain of sadness and distress.

2. Passion burns within my heart, igniting its throbbing,
Yet why do my eyelids complain of sickness?

3. Of what use are their tears, streaming down,
When the space between my ribs is never filled?

4. I've tasted the sweet and bitter of love.
I know not if it was bitter I savored, or sweet.

5. Parting promises reunion in its turn,
Now drunkenness, now sobriety.

6. I stood perplexed at the gate of love,
Wanting what I love, yet dreading whom I love.

7. I gave him my heart, my hearing, my sight,
Hoping that my complaints might banish all complaints.

8. My love is safe inside my heart,
Save for tears betraying a body wasted away.

9. I've missed out on love should I attain its union,
For I have a spirit that aspires to the highest goal.

10. And if he hinted that I should die for him,
I would rush to death willingly, eagerly.