1. Alas! My eyes with weeping are made bright,
And sorrow patiently enduring takes all light;

2. Whenas the day afflicts me with its sadness,
The night when evening comes is even more sad.

3. No shining coins of Ayliidh's gold are mine,
That in the wasteful's hands should glittering shine;

4. Finer than these the day I went my way,
When the swift dove unto me breathed delight.