1. I wept but it was of no use, I grieved but to no avail,
And I have no choice but to exert my tears and grief.

2. How ugly it is that tears do not suffice,
And uglier still that the heart does not perish.

3. The supreme jewel is gone - what manliness is there
If we hoard inferior finery after it?

4. I lost a friend and after his loss grew desolate,
Alone, as cares came to me in pairs.

5. My heart once found its dwelling a source of joy,
That dwelling lies in ruins, that source of joy a waste.