1. Alas for the fickle folk, honor is not theirs
They schemed but their minds could not make the schemes materialize

2. They talked of a gallant youth with lofty aspirations
Yet in face of peril he seemed of small worth

3. He does not flinch from what he is bent on
Nor does the firm-rooted male palm bend

4. The world deluded him with its bloom
So he reveled, for delusion is its wont

5. It showed him the rising sun, radiant
Dazzling, before which sight is dimmed

6. And it seemed to him a vision of utmost beauty
As the moon appears to the watcher's eye

7. Until when love halted him, perplexed
Neither progressing nor turning back

8. It promised him union's delight
If he attained his goal, but triumph is fickle

9. Or that would be the cause of his doom
For the blood of youth like him is cheap