what are you (how [bad word] are you) Is it not enough
That you hurt me? Have pity. How [bad word] are you?
Why my love, is it so easy for you to bring me to tears
And why do I accept that you hurt me when my soul is part of you
And why am I accepting this torment at your hands?

If this is love, my misery is from it
And if I am to blame, I cannot say never again
And if it is my lot to live in torment
I shall live in torment

Have you no pity? Have you no shame that you cheat me knowing the love I have for you
Is it not a shame, the passion and the years and longing that I am living for you?
Was the love [bad word]  Or has it been a game
Was the love and tenderness and my heart and faith in you all lost?

If this is love, my misery is from it
And if I am to blame, I cannot say never again
And if it is my lot to live in torment
I shall live in torment