1. The yearning burns, the anguish blazes bright,
My heartfelt love takes hold of ailing heart,

2. And both my eyelids, when the blood runs out,
Act staunchly to restrain the outpour's start,

3. And leave me sighing 'neath the shroud of night
For my poor, wasted, scanty, frail physique.

4. I'll turn repentant unto God, and this
Lament to Him make, love's slain undeceased.