Alone

I do not like to remain alone with mine idle;

My heart is in thee a thousand errors note;

My heart pains due to the failure of love;

Who, in despite of hearing my love failure is pleased to dote;

Not are mine ears with my tune delighted:

Nor music, nor songs, desired to make my mind peaceful;

Who are ready to hear the story of my love;

My five wits nor my five senses can

Dissuade one heart from the feel of love;

Who felt the pain of loneliness due to love failure;

Thy proud heart's slave and vassal qretch to be.

Only my mind thus far count my loneliness,

That she makes me to feel the pain of living alone.