All that was sweet to me, when I could share it with her whom I loved, becomes a torment to me since I lost her.

My eyes seek for her everywhere and find her nowhere.
When she was alive, wherever I might be without her, everything said to me, You are going to see her.

Nothing says so now.

I find no solace but in my tears.

I cannot bear the weight of my wounded and bleeding heart, and yet I know not where to rest it.