What do you know
of the madness and longing
hidden behind each of my simple glances?
What sorrow lies there?
.
Or your gaze—
so pure, so full of grace—
what torment and suffering it has brought upon me.
.
This is not the cause of my pain.
No, my pain is this:
Without you,
I am estranged from the world,
a stranger even to myself.
.
Oh, my gazelle! Oh, my sorrow!
There is no distance to madness—
for madness begins right here, within me.
of the madness and longing
hidden behind each of my simple glances?
What sorrow lies there?
.
Or your gaze—
so pure, so full of grace—
what torment and suffering it has brought upon me.
.
This is not the cause of my pain.
No, my pain is this:
Without you,
I am estranged from the world,
a stranger even to myself.
.
Oh, my gazelle! Oh, my sorrow!
There is no distance to madness—
for madness begins right here, within me.