1. Illusions never learn to be content except falsely,
So who can give me a submissive fantasy?

2. I used to seek it out if it brought benefit,
And tears would pour down if anguish accumulated.

3. But fanciful illusions and greediness,
Attract a longing heart with unrealistic hopes.

4. My friend, my confidant, love is suffering,
Its complaints make concealed consciences speak out.

5. Take from my heart a covenant from itself in youth,
And a promise from a fawn, scared from drinking at the watering hole.

6. Indeed, longing itself is the maker,
So my love remains, though longing comes and goes.

7. Solitude calls me to it under pretense,
While yearnings forbid me to progress.

8. For those whose abodes lie barren except for echoes
That reverberate their ruins with chanting.

9. I knew their markings to be those of love then denied them,
So I frowned at its signs while harboring hope.

10. He who longs grows accustomed to meadows as nomads,
And recognizes the traces of dwellings in illusion.

11. Night comes between me and it,
With a gleam at the edges of the dunes kindling.

12. I find the ancient covenant as if
It had hinted to remember pacts so I understand.

13. I marvel at the fluttering bosom, anxious,
I cry for it beyond the darkness and smile.

14. I stay up pouring it cups of my tears,
And I stay up stabbing it with talk of my fever.

15. I shook its hand in the manner of one who has taken to the path
And so I wore the garb of youth, an emblem.

16. Because of my covenant with it, deer approach
And planets rise in its horizons, shining.

17. I yearn for it wherever desire took me
And I call out my journey in the lands, and blame.