MY HEART IS TURNED INTO A WAILING CHILD
By N. KOUCHAK
(Fifteenth Century)
My heart is turned into a wailing child,
In vain with sweets I seek to still its cries;
Sweet love, it calls for thee in sobbings wild
All day and night, with longing and with sighs.
What solace can I give it?
I showed my eyes the fair ones of this earth