1. What shall I do, while pains wring me,
And time loads me with weakness upon weakness?

2. I conceal my anguish, while tears of the eye reveal it,
Neither my secrecy nor openness can hide it anymore.

3. For long my heart, however hardened,
Was like the sea, giving without demur or price.

4. I gave my soul and days to make them happy,
But found no heart among them to make me happy.

5. Until my hand, touched by their injustice, felt pain,
Then all drew from it, and deserted me.

6. How long shall I give them - enough of torment!
Would that my heart was never created nor was!