That Idol on whose account my heart became afflicted
At when my heart was languishing,
When I strain in the search of a cure for myself
(I find that) he who is my doctor has become sick himself.


P 42

Since she, for whose sweet sake my heart afire's become,
Captive herself elsewhere to anguish dire 's become,
Ah! whither shall I look for healing of my pain,
Since she, my leach, herself sick with desire's become?

Th 42

That fair for whom my heart hath longing vain,
Herself forlorn, some other doth enchain;
Where shall I seek a balm to ease my pain?
Since my physician sick herself is ta'en?

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