1. O beauty of eyes, O cruel one
You quickly became forgetful of me

2. But I do not forget a hand
Soft, bestowing well-being

3. If medicine relieves a transient ailment
You are the healer of my passion

4. And the needle of sorrow is beneficial
More so than a lingering glance

5. Cast by your eyes into my ribs
Overflowing with tender sorrow

6. It heals a heart whose wound you reopened
So it desires again

7. And it rekindles a fire you provoked
Quenched by an ardent sigh

8. Queen of beauty, should I complain
Of your tyranny against me?

9. Was your forgetting me an oversight
Or a plot with hidden snares?

10. My lady, whatever your sin may be
Your frail excuses will forgive it