1. Does my heart ache every day,
And do my eyes weep for those I love?

2. Truly I'm afflicted each hour
With sorrows that stir mournful yearnings.

3. When one sorrow departs from me
I expect another will follow after.

4. Neither is my soul at peace
Nor with what comes from fate content.

5. Neither am I pleased by those I'm linked to
Nor enjoying loyalty's pure companions.

6. Fickle time has turned against me
Severing ties the moment they are tied.

7. And longing, that ancient love, stirs in me
A dove that mourns between two homes.

8. Collared, calling plaintively, beneath it
Are young branches swaying delicately.

9. Its plaint is not like my plaint, nor is what
Makes it grieve like what makes me grieve.

10. I said: "If you were true in your love,
You'd do as I have done for longing's sake."

11. But you hid your passion except in song
To which a frightened heart submitted.

12. No difference between one who weeps for love
And a bird, though both cry and lament.

13. So know that I'll never act
As you have, but cast my heart far from you,

14. And though what I feel were in one whose
Kindness today might still raise hope,