1. The stillness of my dark night disturbs me,
Stirring up anxieties and suspicions.

2. How can I be well when my heart
Receives revelation and sorrows?

3. A melody on the strings excites it,
And if my eyelids grow sick, it sickens.

4. Branches bend it when they're bent,
Eagles or years bear it aloft.

5. If the zephyr of beauty blows toward it,
My tender heart is the source of my affliction.