1. I sip the tears and feed on sobbing
I complain, while the night is filled with fearful silence

2. And I express the sorrows of passion in poetry
I call out to the night, and the silence answers back

3. So to whom can I vent my complaints? To
which hearing can I send this sad melody?

4. And to whom can I complain of love? To
whom? To whom? I am alone, a stranger

5. burns within my ribs like flames upon flames
And for whom can I sing? For whom can I sing? Oh

6. my crazy longing! For whom can I sing this elegy?
What is with my heart that love toyed with it

7. like the storm toys with a tender branch?
For whom can I sing? No beloved? No -

8. I have no share of anything in this world
Oh! A poet, and poetry comes

9. from my agony! Woe! How wretched is the literary man!
A poet, and poetry is my life for tomorrow

10. Where is my life? Where? In the near day.