1. The image of the forlorn emigrant
roams my troubled heart,

2. And my ribs quiver with sorrow
for a beloved whose heart is harsh.

3. I rejoice going as my sorrows take me,
wrestling with the darkness of despair.

4. My friend, do not prolong my reproach,
for my obsession will not heal.

5. Nor will I fear people's nosiness
as they count my breaths.

6. When the illness grows strong,
its cure avails me nothing.