1. I am weary of my strength,
Defeated by a frail youth.

2. Perhaps I'll sense something new, a downpour—
Something new in life I do not expect.

3. Today I am the jar of sorrows.
I've settled down and filled my heart with them.

4. So happiness has no path to my mind,
No alleys by which to slip in.

5. Neither joyful companion can cheer me
Nor lover's passionate murmur.

6. You made your beauty like yourself—perfection—
And resemblance has wearied the admirer.

7. When I appear, the loveliest of creatures,
I bring no peace, and none comes near.

8. It's as if, wherever eyes turn, they see
You. Who then is my boon friend? Who will draw near?

9. Yours is the glory! How can I save myself
From what I feel, from what I reckon?