1. I speak, and my tears flow and pour forth,
As sorrow rages in my heart, unrestrained,

2. Spare me from graceful patience, for I have seen
That patience in love appears uncomely.

3. Dawn has stirred in my soul a flame of sorrow -
A misery that makes the soul recoil and flee.

4. As if before my eyes, every slain creature
Was slaughtered, its heart within my own breast butchered.

5. Would that I knew - does my Master have pity
To heal with it a heart that's wounded and torn?

6. Yearning for the full moon whose cheek
Bears a rosy spot where the moon is flawed and marred.

7. The imperfect moon hides its face at dawn
Fearing the flaw will be exposed and seen.

8. I said: "O moon, shine forth, for the watchful critic
Who would blame such a flaw is nowhere near!"

9. By my life! That moon is lovelier to behold
And fairer than the perfect moon could ever be.