1. Alas! Remembrance has stirred sickness in me,
And love's pain and torment have worn me down.

2. Safety - indeed it is my care and remedy;
And the worst sickness is that which attacks the bone.

3. So I said to him, while tears flowed
Down my cheeks in streams:

4. "Peace be upon you!" But what can one do for passion
That spends the night raving deliriously?