1. I think the full moon was confused
When your beauty shone through

2. And the slender boughs bent down
When you approached wearing your veil

3. And that the gazelle is the victim
Of your coy and glancing eye

4. So these three are lost and perplexed
Your face is virtue itself

5. Tempting hearts to sin
They are consumed with longing for you

6. Yearning and sleepless cares
So do not deny the destitute your alms

7. For to share your beauty is an obligation
Have you not gathered in your contraries

8. A wondrous and perfect beauty
Needing no other adornment

9. A brow containing dawn and dusk
And a cheek containing water and fire

10. And eyelids suffering from every malady
Yet in their languor lies a fragile charm