1. When my tears were done, blood
Flowed from my eyes, the eyelids could not stop it,

2. And I have no excuse for my outpouring before one who has deserted
Me from among men, except that I remember you.

3. When forty days of ennui beset me,
Or longing is excused by one who is present,

4. And I have a sigh more scorching than fire, pledged
To the beginnings of a longing that has no end.