1. Clouds driven by sorrow, its lightnings
Are the anguish of my heart and the thunder my lament

2. And that is but a fire of yearning kindled
So my spirit ascended in tears its fuel

3. Oh would that I see not the like of youth whenever
Its ordeals afflict me, something novel ensues

4. Nor like the eyes of a sickly invalid
Repeatedly doctored, its malady returns afresh

5. Nor like tender hearts that harden
As though lovers' hearts were iron