My heart is burnt by the fires I dree!
None weet of Love and his humbling wrong ✿ Save those he sickened so sore, so long,
Who have lost their wits ’mid the lover-throng ✿ Draining bitterest cup by his hard decree:
Ah me, for Love and his case, ah me:
My heart is burnt by the fires I dree!
How oft in Night’s gloom he cause wake to rue ✿ Lovers’ eyne, and from eyelids their sleep withdrew;
Till tears to the railing of torrents grew, ✿ Overflowing cheeks, unconfined and free:
Ah me, for Love and his case, ah me:
My heart is burnt by the fires I dree!
How many a man he has joyed to steep ✿ In pain, and for pine hath he plundered sleep,—