1. I wore a tattered robe of time
And went about with its sleeves torn

2. So that all of me was exposed to it
And wherever it cast, its arrow struck true

3. It shot me with featherless arrows that sap strength
And said: "Toward you do misfortunes incline"

4. So is your way, beyond all misfortune
Leaving within my heart a strange brand

5. And a tale of one whom the doves have struck
Except you - and so my heart was struck

6. Rebuke it for the passion which is unseemly
And restrain the copious tears from your eye

7. So I said, while my breath
From passion makes flame flare up within my breast

8. "Blame me not if the wine is struck
By what makes it surely flow"

9. Cry long with me, and sob
Else let me endure sorrow alone

10. Take from me today the grace of consolation
For passion has filled my heart and purse

11. I contemplate my soul, wishing
That it be struck by the arrow of perdition, so it heals

12. And yesterday it was the cheek
That dust of tombs made nightfall

13. And O my friend stand by me over him
We give hearts, not purses, anguish

14. Cleave my heart at his grave
With the sword of agony, not steeds and howling

15. And sprinkle from the blood of my heart upon him
My eyelids, blood, not mixed tears

16. And call him though he is beyond the burial ground
Though I know he will not answer

17. A bough whose fruit I did not reap
The hand of death harvested, a moist branch

18. A star whose twinkling was my eyes' light
Vanished at their setting one eternal night

19. Amazing, that still this world
Shows me each day something astounding

20. You die and are denied the scent of the breeze
While I live to scent the zephyr and the south

21. You go down to a barren, desolate place
While I go down to a friendly, fertile stead

22. You dwell narrow amongst the tombs
While I dwell in this ample space

23. Enough for me, while I remain
Renewing in my heart deep yearning