1. O one who turns away angrily from me
Far be it from you, my eyes and my soul

2. You did not know what weeping
Did to me, with tired eyelids

3. And you wounded my heart with your coldness
Alas for the wounded heart

4. You thought badly of me for what you did
Yet you are not one to think badly

5. If I found comfort
From you, I am not one to be comforted

6. So when will I win a glance
From your beautiful, radiant face?

7. In my conscience is something
You do not know of sincere affection

8. And so too, ask your own conscience
It will testify to the truth