Why are your cheeks so hollow, your face so sunken,
Your mood so wretched, your visage so wasted?
Why in your heart does sorrow reside,
And your face resemble one come from afar?
Why are your features burnt by frost and by sunshine,
And why do you wander the wild in lion's garb?
"Now what is this sleep that has seized [you?]
You've become unconscious, you do not [hear me!]"
But he, he lifted not [his head.]
He felt his heart, but it beat no longer.
My friend, did you not call me? Why have I wakened?
Did you not touch me? Why am I startled?
Did a god not pass by? Why is my flesh frozen numb?
My friend, I have had the first dream!