1. Despite being turned from softness to coarseness,
And from my morning gentleness in faces,

2. And my drinking of wine mixed
With what is forbidden made lawful,

3. And the snatching of steps of one tottering
Who anticipates me before dawn breaks,

4. So she reveals the likeness of spring flowers
And smiles the likeness of meadows shining,

5. On a day in which armed men struggle
And know not the way to jest,

6. Spears pierce with thrusts, and you see
Our positions from them blushing red,

7. And there flashes in his madness one reckless
With a bold heart and an impudent face,

8. As ample as the mane of a stallion
Or water when the winds blow,

9. And white gleaming on his belly
When the lightning of darting doves flashes,

10. So one who went away to anger his critic
And please desire amid rods and spacious plains,

11. I lacked the doubling of curling tresses
And was changed from it to doubling lances,

12. I used to scent the lightnings of frontiers
But now scent the lightnings of swords,

13. And when I heard the singing of the sieve
I remembered only the singing of the tattooed woman,

14. Would that my bedfellow in the darkness of desire
Knew that I am the bedfellow of weapons,

15. I watch out for death at dawn
And await doom at sunset,

16. And if I had a trick to escape
I would flee, and disgrace meant little to me,

17. Whenever I set foot on earth with bright expanses
Or see the atmosphere clear,

18. I saddle the steeds of tumult
And tire in diversion the steeds of meadows,

19. Maybe nearness will quench some of my anguish
And decrease my bitterness and sighing.