1. O friend, my heart is wounded by love
A sweet wound that cannot be healed

2. If only being close could heal it with the soul
The king of afflictions will see it healed tomorrow

3. Tears of sorrow poured over cheeks
For one with no intention of betrayal

4. I know he is cast down like me today
No doubt he cannot be strong nor can I

5. If I had not kept the secret of lovers, I would confess
And sell the sale of the devoted redeemer

6. But I deny in him any disgraced one
My fear for him of talk and claims

7. Enough for me is He who put the smooth in the path
The shameful one who drew all afflictions

8. From the first open door of companionship
When the beauty of friendship emptied me

9. And today the door is shut, board upon board
And I have become, O friend, wretched of heart