Effulgent day or stygian night,
Your ardent glance, no longer bright

As it was seven days before...
Pitiless pain! what is it for?

Why am I begging for the kiss?
Why do I wonder if you miss?

Why do I dream and dare not touch;
Yet, overwhelming fear I clutch?

Who am I now and who are you?
Is two too many or too few?

If you don't love me, nor do I!
My sin in blood-red tears I vie...

But, if I hate again to meet,
Why is this poignant pain so sweet?

Beloved, this is my gutted cry:
I can't help suffering... but why?