1. O heart, excusing yourself is futile
Why do you waver from what you seek

2. Your wounds do not heal as you make them deeper
If they fully heal, it would be a wholesome death

3. You forget what days have brought you
And recall a love burrowing between your sides

4. You imagine whom you love close by addressing him
Pouring out your complaints and hoping and expecting

5. And boasting with memories as if you are certain
Of attaining or that fate is inattentive of you

6. Be gentle with my heart for it is remoteness and estrangement
And you do not know what the matter is becoming

7. The heart's cracks are many and most evil of them
Is a lost love justified with hope