1. If I hear a tale of you, my heart pounds
And harbors no calm though feigning composure

2. Bravely enduring heat brings no forgetfulness
Were he to see his blood congealing on the ground

3. I hope the best of what they've said, some life yet
And when your friend is mourned, mourning consoles

4. I ask all passersby, have you had any news?
If he were dead, the shepherd’s flock would wander

5. I accept and content myself with lies of hope
What harm to prolong my wistful yearning?

6. My face once showed me base and lacking
Weak and inadequate in my own eyes

7. Woe to his tricks and schemes if one were to race
In his footsteps when he's long passed from this life