1. O you who with his glances stung me like a scorpion
If it were possible for passion to strive for ascent, it would have striven

2. It became empty of patience since love settled in it
But it then tended to the covenants of love

3. O you who arrogantly turned away from the union of love
He remains haughtily inaccessible to lovers

4. If I am not worthy of attainment, then be generous
And accept what has been said, listening

5. Beauty is lost even if in other than its place
So beauty is not lost wherever it is placed