Who will console me now that my heart has entered into the very depths of misery and sadness?
I have lost all dignity and hope in the power of faithful promises that once beautified this heart of mine.
Sadly, this empty feeling is difficult to explain, for evil is greater and more powerful than our imperfect, human strength.
My weary countenance is of a broken man searching for the evening tide to hide his tears and shame from the smiling eyes of an adulteress.
The sword sitting in my heart bears her warm fingerprints together with the shackles keeping me confined in an invisible tomb.
My dreams have perished at the entrance of her temple where we once sanctified our love with dancing flames in our hearts.
O kind stranger, console me, before my broken spirit is delivered up to witness her footprints alongside the lover I could never be...