1. I was not the first to love and die of love's torment
Nor the last as I pined for him, my love unsatisfied

2. O Joseph of beauty, since I've longed for you
I've been locked in sorrow's prison, full of grief

3. O gentle one, have mercy on my downcast eyes
And pity too this lovesick, broken heart of mine

4. If only hearts could choose to whom they are inclined
For you I'd hide mine within so you could not decline

5. If only fever's fire could be extinguished
By water, mine would be quenched by my tears' tide