Woe be my days , now that your voice is no more;

Dark be my nights, now that your light is no more;

I pray the longing go away, the face I see be gone;

For I wish to touch, and it is air;

For I wish to see, and it is clear

The heart feels only what the soul can give,

The fire burns only what it can reach.

How can such a grief be? How much time is an eternity, if sadness is a river?

Let me drown in my hours, let me mourn

For a shadow in my steps is always a different one

My joy long ago forlorn.