1. Had my tears been other than my tears since I wrote with them
Upon my heart, and the tears that have been shed are done,

2. Then desire would not cease flowing from my eyes,
With tears, and they would not end, never.

3. Truly I pity an eye that does not pity me
From weeping, and a heart hurting continually.

4. O pathway of tears from my heart into my sight,
Return my tears, let no one gloat over our pain.