1. O morning breeze, your love has kindled a fire in my heart
And taken up residence there, never to depart

2. I complain to you of eyelids that never close
Afflicted by insomnia, their soreness grows

3. And a frail, emaciated body, made ill by disease
Leaving nothing of it but shadow and want

4. If one of my hands held nothing
And the other no counterweight, they would not sway