1. I moan, and the winds of nights torment me,
And the cold inside is empty like a cave,

2. I had no mind or heart, as if I were
A trunk standing in the face of fading days,

3. And I have confined anguish that tries me
In my eyes, throat, and complaining chest,

4. And I have a wound from ancient times that hurt me,
And I have new days and my time burns me,

5. If I say it disgraced me, time opposed my assumption,
And if I say it humiliated me, it hastened calamities upon me,

6. Days flatter me, and do not flatter me,
The world swooped at me in empty swoops,

7. And time passes by, and nights keep me awake,
And sadness is curled up among my ribs,

8. I moan, and everyone thinks I am singing,
I am sick, and everyone thinks I am healing.