1. He settled in yearning and forgot the dawn,
Gaunt, as if longing itself would slay him.

2. When he found no patience in love
And prison offered no mercy,

3. He wasted away in leanness. Had he appeared,
Eyes would have scarcely recognized him.

4. Yet here he comes to you like a phantom,
Fearing you might suspect him of ill designs.

5. So honor his visit and have pity on his weakness,
For your heart is the inviolable sanctuary.