1. How much I suffered, and my love is no secret,
I am gentle, yet my sighs are no gentle breeze.

2. How many tears do you see streaming from my eyelids?
It is right that one who is spurned should grieve.

3. O rod, dripping and swaying in two halves,
And thigh conversing with waist in two halves.

4. I've had enough of your long aloofness,
I ask God for your softness and sympathy.