1. The carrier of passion grows weary,
Worn down by distress,

2. If he weeps he is right to do so,
What ails him is no jest,

3. You laugh heedlessly,
While the lover laments grievously,

4. You marvel at my sickness,
Yet it is your health that amazes me,

5. Whenever one reason from you expires,
Another reason from you transpires,