1. Tears have become habitual for you, O eyelids,
And your sleeplessness is filled with memories and yearning.

2. For if you lose sleep, longing for a heart
Whose sighing is answered by moans of sorrow,

3. I wish that every day you would regain consciousness,
Though I know that will never happen.

4. A malady from which you will not recover
Nor become gentle and relent.