O silver fountain!
Please stop making my eyes your flowing drain.

He gave me torment,
Why did you bring such a cry as endowment?

My sleepless poetry,
Each night makes friendship with the sky starry.

I hear request,
Forgive and take the flower again on chest.

Being severely stricken,
I am now like nun staring at far away heaven.

Tell me O time!
Will I sing again on how love can be sublime?