1. To whom shall I complain of my distress,
Of you, O one of cruel deeds?

2. To your eyelids that did not care
That my blood was sacrificed in passion?

3. Or to your cheeks when roses appeared
Veiling my roses?

4. I have no refuge from you,
So do me justice or judge me!

5. You have killed all mankind with a glance,
A word, a smile.