1. My body is frail, worn down by tribulation,
My heart consumed with yearning like blazing fire.

2. I fell for a lover I no longer recall
Unless tears spill from my eyes like pouring rain.

3. His face is the full moon, his brow the sun,
His eyes and lips gazelle-like in their beauty.

4. He walks robed to his church, his people's god,
The divine Son, as scriptures and crosses tell.

5. Would that I were the priest or church attendant
Or that I had the Bible and holy books!

6. Would that I were an offering brought before him
Or the wine of his chalice—would that I were the crumbs!

7. Then I might gain closeness that benefits me,
Dispelling my illness, distress and anxiety.