1. My hanging grapevines are lost
among their green leaves,

2. and the palm fronds are faded
with their wine-colored clusters.

3. The soft, slippery fruit
slides down my eager throat -

4. if only they brought me solace among the palms
for this loveless soul, oh how I wish the solace was mine!

5. In the field, something like
rosy stars appeared,

6. and my soul found respite
in apricots and juicy peaches.

7. When they split open
you see one eat and scatter -

8. enemy of the peach, if you meet my messenger
give him what he asks of you, my messenger.

9. For the willows in yearning
oleanders seemed to charm them,

10. and my complexion from yearning
cannot be compared.

11. And if they are left hanging,
I stay awake and shout -

12. by the seven you promised me, my oleanders,
fulfill your promise to me!