Oh, Heart, broken bucket, say
Whose thirst can you now allay
When there's none to pass your well
And from you his thirst to quell
With fresh water good for charms
To cure one from ills and harms?
Oh, Heart, empty bucket, say,
Who daubed you with tar and clay
And hid you in the back yard
From all mortal eyesight barred
Lest they beg your water clear
When their tongues are parched and sere?
Oh, my bucket, something else
Give me for a drink that quells
Since cool water you have none
It was quaffed by everyone!
Give me what's for me alone,
One drop of quick water, one!
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