1. You play while I...have no more joy in music
Your playing with my soul replaced joy with wounds

2. The joy slipped away, O painful wind blowing in the palm trees
The rhymes of the night have grown old...the light of dawn appeared

3. As if you were beating on the heart...your beating upon the tambourine
I hope the ribs will protect the heart lest it falls

4. I saw you...and do not know who else stood in line after you
Many people...yet they seemed to me like ghosts

5. Your light invited me to stop and see you
As if a beacon appeared in the eyes of a sailor

6. He who is eighteen years old and set sail
Left the boat and challenged the waves swimming

7. In his joy he did not calculate the ropes wearing out
The waves overpowered him and the bottom shifted