1. Will time heal my ailment and sorrow,
And allow me after grief to be with my beloved?

2. A beloved whose heart is mine and mine only his heart,
Grief has separated him from me with a striking arrow.

3. Only my innermost being was afflicted with sorrow,
And the sun of my day warned of sunset.

4. So what do I have after him but his memory?
What companion do I have but my weeping?

5. To God I complain the complaint of continuous grief,
Misfortunes that have overwhelmed me after misfortunes.

6. I will be patient with the days, perhaps
They will bring back what I love after a little while.