1. My heart is afflicted with love and passion's disease
And my eyes are accustomed to the wakefulness of night

2. So do not torture with long estrangement a broken heart
The torment of its affliction before the acts of aloofness sufficed

3. If you wish to torment the heart's beloved with my torment
Then my heart sees your torment as an honor

4. O comfort of the soul, o intimacy of hearts, o
Strength of my heart, o purity for he who knew

5. If I have sinned, here I am confessing
And God has already forgiven that which is past