1. I ransom you, what is all this coyness
For the call of a servant whose soul finds rest in you

2. And why all this aloofness in a gathering
Adorned with basil, sun, and breeze

3. When you have no need for anything that pleases me
And your face is a lantern for me in the darkness of night

4. Your saliva is wine for me, your eyes narcissus
Your temple a myrtle, your cheek an apple