1. Do not sigh when memories stir, for
weeping and wailing bring no gain.

2. Console the heart that loved her sublime,
above this world's delights as heaven's domain.

3. She's a cruel mistress, who ever more
grows cold when ardour would her favour obtain.

4. Prolonged suffering has brought distress so sore,
your songs but mud and water for all their strain.

5. Let your wound resist all healing's balm,
for she heeds not the music of blood and pain.