1. The dove of the wilderness in her solitude
Is oppressed by the vastness of space

2. Who can bear the agony of passion?
Who can drink the bitter cup of fate?

3. I cry in anguish and heartache
Oh, that he who made me ill might heal me

4. He passed by my abode mocking
Frivolous, veiled, turning away

5. His veil did not hurt me, rather
His turning away did me harm