1. O longing of youth, be gentle with my heart
For it is hurt by your distraction and inclination

2. With aloofness you ignited a heart you dwell in
Why not show it sympathy, O my hope?

3. I met your phantom in the night to embrace it
And I went to kiss lips ripe with honey

4. But it closed its eyes to me, turning away
On the side of bewilderment since it hastily turned away

5. So my inner depths burned from the heat they encountered
And my eyelids drowned in their pouring tears