1. No matter what more I find of sorrow's store,
My tears flow copiously, my sighs outpour.

2. O gentle hearts of loved ones, how blissful were
Union's days if but the severance were less sore!

3. Who but complains of hearts' cruelty knows naught
Except too great a tenderness at their core.

4. And one who's near seems far from my sad gaze.
Strange is the near, yet distant toward me more!

5. O plighted troth of my beloved, return,
For I am consumed with longing evermore.

6. Long has my wait been, no attentive ear discerns.
Past days restore not what is gone before.

7. For his fair cheek I'll ransom precious white,
But his heart's forged of coldest iron ore.

8. I see Time treats true lovers cruelly, too.
No day of union's free of parting's war.

9. My patience oft unravels helplessly
Before my love's alluring, dimpled lore.

10. Would that I'd see him someday, quenching fires
Lit by yearning in my breast's deep core!

11. Both love's fire and the blaze of severance stung.
No cooling solace could their heat restore.

12. Swift days of union, your morn I ransom!
Long exile's eve drags on forevermore.

13. My anguish has no match 'mongst lovers true.
No troth is frail as mine that went before.

14. Long has my life from you been separation.
Only blame and rebuke each day's night store.

15. Your union we cherish but in fancy's flight,
And in your vows find solace and no more.