1. O you who blame me, enough!
How often you stir the inclinations of my weary heart!

2. This beloved, my thoughts, my patience -
Tell me, how can I forget his comfort?

3. I know that reason says
I should leave him, though my soul desires him.

4. My glances intoxicated with wine, my beloved greeting me,
My cheek shining like the full moon beaming at me.

5. If love has a being, it is my innermost heart;
If beauty has an expression, it is his meaning.

6. I ransom him with my heart in the attack of love,
And in the sky, despite my sobbing, I meet him.

7. If it were not for his saliva being wine, and his mouthwater honey,
His eyes would not flutter, and his limbs not stir.