1. Shall I confide in you or guard you, my friend?
For confiding is the key to anguish

2. We both suffer, sick at heart
So one sick heart cannot heal another

3. Can I hope that the weight of my love will lessen
While you buckle under that heavy burden?

4. But I find solace in sighing
Even if it brings me no relief

5. And I take comfort, though it's impossible,
In the echo repeating my words

6. You have, in place of a noble brother,
One who complains of an ungenerous age

7. For you are a sword, though lacking a sharp edge
No bold warrior or polished blade are you

8. And if there are many cracks in your steel
Cracked swords have still been praised

9. No fault but the cruelty of Time
That strikes poorly with a polished sword

10. Help me to gently turn the nights aside
For the compliant may hope for consent

11. Praise with me a blessed journey
That fulfilled my every wish to see you

12. And I praise nothing in it but a halt
In a place smaller than small

13. It came to an end, as beautiful as could be,
Like your enjoyment of the brilliant sun