Sorrow had separated from my life Seized me with pleasure of this pain Sad has conducted me unto one death I had heard those souls tormented When I arrive before the precipice I descended out of the first circle As turtle-doves, called onward by desire While silent wind, as it is now Sorrow had separated from my life Seized me with pleasure of this pain Sad has conducted me unto one death I had heard those souls tormented I swooned away as if I had been dying And fell, even as a dead body falls With sadness had confused me Until the Poet said to me And don't you feel weak And don't also be sad Because you are the highest degree If you are a believer Sorrow had separated from my life Seized me with pleasure of this pain Sad has conducted me unto one death I had heard those souls tormented Don't you feel weak Don't you feel sad Don't you feel death Heaven has been promised to you