1. My soul says, as your missives have arrived:
Is there any way for me to attain union that I may hope for?

2. Before them, I was not killing myself with yearning,
Save for my knowledge that yearning gives it life.

3. And I have tears, kept hidden from mankind, that have spoken
And so revealed to people what was within my heart -

4. Like fire in hue and burning, so I have plucked them
And they sear my palm if I attempt to pluck them.