1. O killer of my eyes, how much do they grieve over you
And will not be pleased except with my murder and destruction

2. O eye, I did not expect you to cast
My heart between a butcher and water-drawer

3. You have fooled, O eye, my heart with love yet
It had no need of this, nor you

4. You burdened it with the loads of passion so it became
Pouring down and it would not have known love had it not been for you