1. Our neighbours, though talk of you
Is but keys for eyes to see through,

2. And your mention in the darkness
Is like the dawn beneath the abyss.

3. My passion which is overt
Is less than that my heart does keep,

4. Winds of sighing for tears given access
Are but revealers of hearts that weep.

5. Now from you separated, with every gasp
I fill branches with it, and mystery laid bare,

6. The fortress granted, being preventive,
As fate granted, being giving there.

7. Peace on you, my heart being your abode
With it verified, and tears pouring unfurled,

8. It being but that my heart's a bird in flight,
It being but that my heart's distraught and whirled.

9. The rain's but from my pouring tears,
The thunder but my yearning's cries,

10. Life but from accumulated sorrows,
The lightning but my glance that vies.

11. I say to him, "Goodbye," though he's done wrong,
How strange is a wrongdoer who shows grace!

12. My loved ones, if I'm of soul loser,
To you I'm, after that, winner in place.

13. You take from me sin, while sin's innate,
And you're blind to excuse, though excuse's light,

14. If dangers expel me from being with you,
I won't leave for fear of the stigma's blight.

15. If the house brought me close to you and gathered,
I with deprivation of you will fight.

16. So you whom love is absent, yet present for me,
You whom passion is true, yet jesting in slight.

17. To God I complain of what I get from you,
Wings falsified and so they are blights.

18. To you - thoughts are but battles,
These sorrows are but lethal smites.

19. Else why am I not present in the fray
To bandage these wounds which my sides blight?

20. My friend, friend of two, I see passion
Perennial, from it covers the day's first light.

21. Else why am I not drinking a draft
I'd pretend from it to be drunk uptight?

22. Your mention to trav'llers is but pretext
To comfort them, departing and light.

23. Else why is my steed not comforted
My tired steed by its trotting plight?