A Girl’s Song

What is the use of my black eyebrow,
What is the use of my black eyes?
My youth is nothing, my happiness flies.

For every day my youth is going:
Lustreless eyes have come through tears,
Faded my eyebrow’s curve appears.

O maidens all, I am sick at heart now—
Like a bird that dies for lack of air
Why should I for my beauty care?