Why the same eyes that showed him to me And caused this fever, now cry in anguish? Why do these eyes, once thoughtlessly looked at him, Now not repent but grieve? Funny the very same eyes that once Eagerly looked at him are now in tears! Having driven me to this incurable fever, My eyes have dried up, drained of all tears. My eyes plunged me in a raging sea of love And for this must suffer sleepless pain. How nice! The eyes that caused this torment Are themselves tormented. Let tears dry up pining and pining in the eyes That eyed him longing and longing. He made love with words, not with heart. Yet my eyes pine, seeing him not. Sleepless when he is not here, sleepless when he is, Either way my eyes never rest. With eyes that drum up and declare my grief, It is hard to conceal secrets from these folks!