1. With my being I wish not for one my being denies
The sweetness of life and its spirit after him

2. News of demise arrived while I hoped to see
The face of the herald returning from his side

3. It sufficed me not that after his leaving I lived
Until with misery from losing him I was tried

4. So let the days reveal their utmost schemes
And let the ordained reach the end of its stride

5. Naught is left that gladdens me by its nearness
After your day or saddens me by its divide