1. She wept for me with tears since when
The archer aimed his arrow at my soul, rejoicing,

2. She turned away, and her turning became in my bosom
A fire, and my tears became from me an ocean,

3. I threw away the quiver, and my limbs do not intend
To settle, and I remained alone in love perplexed,

4. I was convinced that her torment was sweet even if
In her love I sell and buy pieces