“Frozen tear drops
fall from my cheeks:
Can it be that, without knowing it,
I have been weeping?
 
O tears, my tears,
are you so lukewarm,
That you turn to ice
like cold morning dew?
 
Yet you spring from a source,
my breast, so burning hot,
As if you wanted to melt
all of the ice of winter!”
-Translation by Arthur Rishi