1. Sleep fought his eyelids, so he found
No rest throughout the night till dawn's first light.

2. My plaintive tears could not solace my woe;
I do not weep for what is lost and gone.

3. Tears were not created without destiny;
God knows the depths of sorrow's agony.

4. Whatever good you brought into my life,
Is now a memory from days of old.

5. After you left, there was no comfort;
Would that what was had never been at all.