A lover, tired out by the tears he wept ...
Lay in exhaustion on the earth and slept ...
When his beloved came and saw him there ...
Sunk fast in sleep, at peace, without a care ...
She took a pen and in an instant wrote ...
Then fastened to his sleeve, a little note ...
When he awoke and read her words his pain
(Increased a thousandfold) returned again ...
If you sell silver in the town he read ...
The market's opened, rouse your sleepy head ...
If faith is your concern, pray through the night ...
Prostrate yourself until the dawning light ...
But if you are a lover, blush with shame ...
Sleep is unworthy of the lover's name ...
He watches with the wind throughout the day ...
He sees the moon rise up and fade away ...
But you do neither, though you weep and sigh ...
Your love for me looks like an empty lie ...
A man who sleeps before death's sleep I call ...
A lover of himself, and that is all ...
You've no idea of love, and may your sleep ...
Be like your ignorance ... Prolonged and deep ...
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