1. The tears are neglected, and the heart is sick,
And the heart is in its griefs confused,

2. And I had refused, and in my sadness there was an ember,
With a burning redness that does not disappear,

3. Of one who lost a child who was comforting my loneliness,
And with him I was setting the days right,

4. The hands of death took him suddenly,
So the sorrow for me until death is long,

5. The doctor was confused about what would cure his illness,
And his medicine I had no way to access,

6. I kept fearing his death and his affliction,
Until his burial came hastily,

7. Oh goodness what can I hope for from my confusion,
After losing you, what more can I say,

8. Buried in dust, hostage to perishing,
My sorrow for you with time is long,

9. I buried your body in soil perforce, so after
Your death I have no intimate friend left,

10. If you were a child, though your concerns were childish,
They were great concerns in the souls,

11. You dwelled by a grave, then dwelled in my mind,
Sorrows and afflictions wandering about me,

12. I had hoped that I would be the ransom for you,
But fate refused me while it was stingy,

13. So I lost my patience when bidding you farewell,
And I wished that I was the one killed then.