English
Number 5
Whoever holds his own heart in his hands
keeps all his wishes close beside him.
He has no one to ease his sorrow, and the strange thing is:
he himself is the comforter of his own grieving friend.
How can I complain about my beloved,
when all my pain comes from my own wounded heart?
Whoever wants a friend only for his own sake
is no lover; he loves only himself.
The true lover in this world is the one
whose whole existence lives and dies for the beloved.
Though my clothes are soaked with tears,
the fire in my chest still burns as before.
I weep so much from my eyes
that I feel ashamed before my own tear-filled eyes.
You take my life, so take it, what can I do?
By God, you too are counted among what is mine.
In all your days there is not a single moment
when you are not busy with your own affairs.
I was apologizing to my sorrow, for my heart
feels ashamed of the headache I bring you.
You said: careful, do not speak this way,
for serving you is my own duty.