1. Do your eyelids and your deeds have no past
In shedding my blood and violating my honor?

2. For you, O prince of beauty, is a judgment, so judge me
What are you among the people of love but a judge?

3. And the arrows of your glance do not miss their marks
By the truth of your beauty, they are my ruin

4. And my afflictions are sweet because of you, and would that I knew
Are you, O most beautiful one, angry or content?