1. In you I found the plains, long and wide
And saddened the grieved, much and some

2. How much did I run within you, spurring and inheriting
And circling your love, leaping and crouching

3. For me and for love in you is giving and withholding
I cannot withstand your giving and withholding

4. What tear has overflowed weeping over you
And my conscience to you with passion poured out

5. Shall I gather or wipe your flowing tears
Kiss or bite your cheek, a bite

6. Do not tire lips of mentioning you, ever
Or tire the conscience of remembering you, duty

7. Can my heart endure patience
From you or my eyes taste closing

8. Your glances killed me, sickening
I never knew glances could kill the sick

9. So bare the sword and ready the glance, I yearn
For it is the sword from your glance that is bared

10. In me a lover who was not pleased but with my discontent
If only he would displease the lover and satisfy

11. No disgrace remains on the old man after
Life has rushed to death, racing

12. Old age satisfied its head with whiteness
It in the head is whiter than white branches

13. Do you see me compensated for whiteness
That weeps having threaded the parting, preaching