1. Where can I find tears to extinguish my passion?
My eyes never weary of shedding their tears.

2. Although they have wept blood and tears,
With which they have ulcerated my eyelids and cheeks.

3. I have mingled my tears with my pains,
Like the pouring of rain on a sickly invalid.

4. These tears are because of what I have seen, so taste them,
And have patience, O my heart, though far off.