I stayed awake all night,
I couldn't get to sleep,
For the memory of you invaded my being,
And bitter weeping was unavoidable.
At dawn, when the sun came up,
I noticed the bed damp and soaked,
The floor was also wet with my crying,
The pillow, too, was full of tears.
My tired eyes betrayed my sleeplessness,
My haggard face, the evident fatigue,
The trace of the comfortless night,
Impossible to hide I had wept absent.
Insomnia left its indelible trace,
But it was not the fault of wakefulness in vain,
Your image was the cause of this raw raving,
Thy memory that invaded my sovereign breast.
