1. O Lord, I have no doctor
Other than You to complain to

2. Beloved of my heart deserted me
And my comfort is in His hands

3. And because I'm inflamed with passion
My cheeks are aflame

4. I complain though not one eyelid
Is sharper than His glances

5. Indeed, the sleep of my eyes
Has no home but in their pupils

6. The vision has been driven from me
When I was poured into it

7. O Lord, even my slumber
Is envied of me because of it