1. They turned away, while streams of tears overflowed,
And my night grew long with abundant sorrows.

2. When they left, passionate love surrendered my being,
To resolves that have no power to arise.

3. The fires of passion blazed between my ribs,
When the lightning of the evening shone for an instant.

4. Naught remains for me but aching eyelids,
While ardent longing has worn my bones frail.

5. So sing, O sad one whom sleep shunned,
For even union has no secrets for you.

6. My intimate sang the songs of the abandoned camp, the stick broke,
And the raven of separation croaked "You are sick."