1. My blood drips down upon your cheek, O my hope!
Or is it wine you've hidden from times of old?

2. Nay, 'tis my blood, for my heart has grown deaf
To the arrow of love your eyes have struck cold.

3. A wound pierces my heart, no death rescues me
From misery, nor does this wound ever fold.

4. I have no wish that my killer would favor me,
No hope of union that I dare to hold.

5. Alas! No life remains for me in this love,
My passion spent, and all paths tightly scrolled.

6. Alas! It shreds my liver with violent shoves,
And my strength is sapped by diseases untold.

7. Alas! Dispel with your light the swelling gloom
That ignorance piles on me, manifold.

8. I love not love now, no, nor does my soul
Covet it, for my love is truth and the right road.