1. Her grace cannot be bent, nor can her kindness
Nor do her virtues yield to compromise

2. When she draws near, desire itself retreats
And when distant, dreams themselves draw close

3. I weep, and she but laughs in wonderment
So thunder and lightning fill my eyes and hers

4. O bent branch, nothing can match your softness
O crescent moon, no beauty can describe yours

5. On her cheek blooms a rose of peerless beauty
That has committed no crime but to let itself be plucked

6. How fortune has favored you, to be so close to her wrist
While you, bracelet, can freely wrap around them

7. If the sun could speak, in truth it would say
I have no splendor to match what is in her

8. Grant me her equal in brilliance and overflowing charm
For I have no means to fathom her depths