1. I visit, so you shun me, and keep away, so you blame me,
And I pretend I’m guilty when you get angry.

2. And I hope we will meet whenever you're miserly with it,
Just as lightning is hoped for, though lightning is deceptive.

3. And I'm amazed by a critic who prolongs blaming me,
And my censurer is amazed when I am amazed.

4. Stinginess is an ingrained habit among men, despicable,
But in a tender one, it's something lovable.

5. I met her, a white sugar, still young,
She hasn't drank wine, nor will she drink it.

6. She has pearl teeth and bashful glances,
The sun of morning her mother, the full moon her father.

7. My friend, as for her cheek, it's rosy
With shyness, and as for her mouth, it pouts.

8. If her beauty divides lovers,
Her coquetry will last, vexing the tender one.

9. If the monks in monasteries saw
Her charms, by God, they would not devote themselves.

10. She overburdens me in love beyond my strength,
Then laughs when I come complaining to her.

11. My temptress, judging by my suspicion, is untroubled,
While for me, guiltless, to be tormented suffices!

12. I love you with the loner's love for his family—
Is there for you a family's love for one far away?

13. I gave you my heart, consoling myself for sorrow,
Gave you something in life that cannot be granted.

14. If there is union, that is what I seek,
If there is distance, death is nearer.