1. Like arrows set loose from the bowstring's grip
She sways, then steadies, drunk with her beauty.

2. I sent her a body for her glances' sheath -
When shyly she glanced, it glanced back seductively.

3. All hated things depart their native land,
If far from home a time, they're purified.

4. And every handsome youth whom Time lays waste
Has a cloak that gleams, though tattered and threadbare.

5. As though the hand of one who loves him still
Had stripped it of him, torn to shreds.