1. Come, for with me is love and passion’s cure,
A sickness of love I know not how to treat.

2. Grant me an eye that reason can control its tears,
Else a heart that patience can restrain its transport.

3. The honey was mixed with poison and bitter aloes.
I hope for his reproach and fear his blame.

4. I loved one unworthy of his love,
How could one such as I be his beloved?

5. Awaken, my heart, whenever I rest awhile,
And revive my sight whenever I nod off.

6. I aspired to reach him but fell short in awe,
And my inability to reach was more fitting.

7. Alas for you, a heart that showed its flame
And was struck by a glance that neglected its ardour.

8. Congratulations to this soul if you were its comfort,
And blessings to this spirit if you were its love.

9. Is life ought but death in you and their words,
A lover fulfilled in obeying the love he owed?