You are sharing my sorrows – I am, in my heart, ashamed;
Till when, with my false sorrows, will I give you this pain.
You indeed are overcome with fidelity – swirling with desire;
I am mourning the loss of yearning – I will go mad.
Rejoice not in winning me – I am but a regret;
I will lose, sulk forever; I will gain, I will regret
The time of companionship is fine, but I feel:
You indeed will stay with me – I will be left alone
At dusk sometimes, it is as though the heart is sinking;
Love me not to this extent – I may die.
Let love, on reaching any stage, not be so carefree;
On bed I will now lie – and fall asleep as soon as I lie.