Who will buy me an orange to console me now? A perfect orange shaped like a heart.

The sea salt on my lips,
alas for me!
On my lips and in my veins
I gathered the salt of the sea.

No one will offer
her lips to me.
I cannot harvest the tender
wheat ear of a kiss.

No one will ask to drink 
my blood.
I myself cannot tell
wheat or not it still flows.

As ships are wrecked,
alas for me!
I was lost as clouds are lost
and ships are lost at sea!

And since no one asks me for it,
I no longer have a heart.
Who will buy me an orange
to console me now?