1. Tears are flowing and the heart is wounded,
It's all the same, passion or solitude.

2. This one his affairs have sent away,
From loved ones, and that, his home abandoned.

3. Alas! A dwelling once seen from afar
Becomes a place for night stars to brood

4. Tears make an eternal coffee house where
Sorrows have a home, and day breaks renewed,

5. The signs of yearning do not fade though
Passion hides, tears openly exude,

6. Don’t you see him when soft perfumed breezes
Make his wounded heart cry out and intrude?

7. He loves the dark, though at parting he cries,
At such times it’s best to be quiet and shrewd,

8. In the soft dawn a secret is hidden,
Much blood for them here is spilled and imbrued,

9. The darkness’ musk is a scent so refined,
Sprayed with camphor, wafted, exuded.

10. To musk and wild plants the breeze is so gentle
Where the flowers and dawn scents are strewed,

11. See the doves at dawn lamenting their absence,
Cooing their sadness as tears are renewed,

12. Rise! Seize these gentle bewitching hours!
Heal the wounds still carried in your heart’s fissures,

13. Perhaps when your love sees you close again
He will softly incline his heart and feel cured.