1. You have disappointed me with indifference, O languid one
So my passion has burst out about my condition

2. And you have turned away from me to the slanderer, no wonder
For the branch continues bent in its leaning

3. O unique in beauty, call me back, a dream of resolve
And here is my hand, though my sleep has abandoned my eyelids

4. O neighbor in the lofty encampments, from yearning
You have disappointed my hopes in love, by your aloofness

5. And you have turned with beautiful patience from sympathy
What use is it for the weeping over ruins?