NOTE: 6

I died from working in the orchard, From watering [it] on one side. Not a leaf remained upon the trees From seeking a cure for my grief. The black cloud has cast a shade, Darkness has gathered at my side. You see that [it] has engulfed me, This unjust sea of blood. Where I sit, I have no stone [beneath me], For my burned heart, I have no remedy. Ah, [thou] lawless, vain world!— I have an orchard, yet I have no fruit.