1. Greed impels me toward avarice,
And covetousness pushes me toward asceticism.

2. The livelihoods of this world are turbid
Between the clear forbidden and the repugnant.

3. Its ambiguities resemble the intense heat,
And its prohibitions are surrounded by alarm.

4. I was not pleased with it in small amounts when
It passes, nor did I exceed being content.

5. Except as the lover is pleased when
The beloved abandons him in the prime of passion.

6. I struggled with it, so its gifts
Departed from me, and I could not endure the alarm,

7. And the wound weighs heavily, and the wounded one sees
The abandonment of the beloved as the need for pain.