Oh, if you knew, how much for you

Oh, if you knew, how much for you,

False renegade, I've suffered at night,

While you lay locked up in your house,

And I passed the time outside.

My rose-water has been the rain,

The lightning has brought me messages of love;

I've played dice with the storm,

While keeping watch beneath your eaves.

Beneath your eaves my bed was laid,

Spread with the sky as blanket,

The step outside your door was my pillow -

Poor wretch I am, oh how I've suffered!