Oh lamentations, the repose of nature's burdens
From whose cup, every scorn I shall fill, and every love I shall drink
Do not allow me to be overwhelmed by you this time
for I can scarcely allow myself to be succored into your ways
But let me be gone from your oppressive hold
and allow me to cherish what beauty has brought
For this I beg of you, and will offer in return, my heart and soul.
And if you shall refuse, only disdain and contempt I shall return.
For even you shall not hold, for I shall know myself no more.