1. I say to my eyes, if you are tired of weeping,
Then O my sad eyes, make me happy,

2. Do not be stingy with your tears, for they
Whenever you shed them generously for me, and then withhold,

3. And how can I be diverted from longing for a beloved whose image
Is before me and behind me, wherever I stand and sit?

4. I looked at him above the poles of his bier
Borne waveringly, wandering and losing its way.

5. My soul surged towards me, but I drove it back
To patience, as the resolute man of strength controls himself.

6. If the dead could be ransomed for anything, I would ransom him
With my soul and wealth, down to my worn-out sandal.

7. But I saw that Death sends his messenger at dawn
And at dusk to the soul that is stubbornly disobedient.