I find no peace and have no arms for war
and I fear, and I hope; and I burn, and I am ice;
and I fly above the sky, and I lay on the floor;
and I hold nothing, and I seize the whole world.
Someone has me in a prison, which she neither opens to me nor shuts
nor keeps me to herself nor loosens the noose;
and Love does not kill me, and does not free me,
and wishes me not to live, but does not relief my pain.
I see without eyes, and have no tongue, but scream:
and I long to perish, yet I beg for aid:
and hold myself in hate, but love someone else.
I feed on sadness, I laugh crying;
death and life displease me equally:
and I am in this state, Mistress, because of you.