1. My heart is a lonely wanderer who cannot grasp
And you are never satisfied with its love

2. O gazelle walking before me and looking
Alas, things you never expect cross you

3. I wasted my whole life loving her
Always raging against her while you burst

4. Why doesn't my heart find pleasure in a kiss?
With bitter longing I'm always awake

5. Come pity me, O protector of the villages
For this heart, how much does it grieve!

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