The invocation of love, Lord, has made me drunk. Have you ever seen a man in love who was not drunk?

How could I have a place to call my own, when I am As you can see

Alive but heartless, walking aimlessly to nowhere. You think I’m alive, but I’m not, I’m dead

One part of me, abandoned, weeps for the other part. O thou my regret

Desire of thee torments me

Takes up my whole life, yet does not consume it.