1. O star, if I were to complain
Of passion and love's pain,

2. Would you keep secret the heart's trove,
You who tend the weeping rain?

3. O star, I fear if I confide
Love's longing that resides,

4. You'd expose the buried love
And people would deride.

5. Oh, if only I had a friend, to whom I could bare
The wounds I cannot repair.

6. Oh, if only I had tears to heal
The sorrows I conceal.

7. I've no patience left for suffering,
My wings are withering.

8. Keen longing has let loose
My struggling, weary wings.

9. How many grave events I've borne
Without complaining of my fate.

10. Never weak, never distraught
Was I, whatever befell.

11. But life's bitter and its sweet
Have been enough for me.

12. Until passion launched its arrow,
Piercing my soul's marrow.

13. Oh, that the one who set traps
For my heart would know my state!

14. Perhaps he would pity my pain
And allow our souls to unite.

15. Or put an end to me, and so
Loose the ropes that bind me to woe.

16. For I'm tired of the darkness,
Weary of the shadows' fall.