1. I love one whose affection is not my fortune,
Naught but passion, care, and pine are mine,

2. He's grieved that I'm his care, angered that
I poured to him the longings that I find.

3. "My friend, do not reproach me for a love
That fell on me - none can repel her assault -

4. And reached her goal; no foot of mine could move
To follow, though for him I burned with zeal.

5. No hand stretched out to him. If you've the strength
To bear this love, the patience and control,