1. With a dove I entered in hopes
Of gaining peace and benefit therein

2. Yet after being estranged from a beloved
My patience was consumed and hearing deafened

3. So I thought perhaps in solitude I may weep
A weeping that exhausted my ability and means

4. But when in it I was enabled
What collection with the destined - any collection

5. Thus I remained thinking on the weakness of my fortune
In both states in origin and branch

6. And lacking were fuel and water
So my breath and tears restored them

7. Yet people remained in prosperity and increased
Then returned asking and soon my return