Not just the eyes have wept, but my heart, too, weeps for your love.
Not just the eyes have wept, but my heart, too, weeps for your love.
For you, I sacrificed my beloved,
For you, I lost my peace and solace.
Not just the eyes have wept, but my heart, too, weeps for your love.
To whom can I speak, how can I say that you, my love, are fickle?
You feel no shame, no disgrace.
What do you care for emotions, my love, what do you care?
Your conscience, too, is asleep.
Not just the eyes have wept, but my heart, too, weeps for your love.
Joy has abandoned me, only loneliness surrounds me.
Alas, it would have been better to die, for death is a cruel separation.
With your own hands, my love, with your own hands,
You have washed your hands in my blood.
Not just the eyes have wept, but my heart, too, weeps for your love.
She who once called me her own, is now a stranger.
Alas, what a fine punishment I have received for loving!
With my own tears, my love, with my own tears,
I have soaked my own garment.
Not just the eyes have wept, but my heart, too, weeps for your love.
Not just the eyes have wept, but my heart, too, weeps for your love.
Not just the eyes have wept, but my heart, too, weeps for your love.
Not just the eyes have wept, but my heart, too, weeps for your love.
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