The emotions that lie on the heart,
not shown in gestures and words,
cannot be measured or felt,
but for myself.
Disillusion, sadness and despair
created tears I have privately poured,
leavening and enriching the soil I live,
bringing forth flowers, fruits, children.
Have nourished and ennobled my spirit,
paying the toll I owe to the lord of the fief.
I am sure they are leading me to Canaan,
the promised land where evil always hides,
and where milk and honey flow abundantly.
Where the woman I desire is waiting for me,
at the door of my house, longing and needy,
wife and lover.