1. The heart, rose-hued, struggles in
The shackles of its tender cares, fevered

2. Longings; it holds people's hearts enthralled
By force - how hopeless the quest to set it free!

3. The face is like the sun in the glow of sunset, not -
As I'd say - the moon in its shining radiance.

4. It's no mere sickness that afflicts him; how could
A wretched hospital cure him with its remedies?