1. My desire has accomplished its goal, and my strength has weakened,
The icy seasons have conspired against me, and the barren lands hem me in.

2. We wander lost, while the critic berates and accuses,
Through rugged lands and valleys of hardship our journey lies.

3. If not for you, O veil-clad beauty, one such as I
Could never rise above what follows glory's demise.

4. My friends reproach my weakness, though my will remains firm,
Yet the longing lover can do naught but agonize.

5. In my soul there is no guile toward you,
These passions stir in me no other than nature's ties.