1. Longing overwhelmed me, so when it overflowed
I turned to the portrait, magnifying it

2. It cured no illness, but rather
My heart complained of distance, so I justified it

3. And in the portrait I found none of her traits
I tried it for a while and tried it again

4. Waiting for her in my room for ages
The generosity of a miser that I'm not used to

5. It remained while I whispered to it by name
And didn't object when I kissed it

6. I recognized the painter's skill
And returned to the portrait, rejecting it

7. It lacked a glance I knew
In her, and a smile whose taste I savored

8. If the painter brought me the desired one
I would reject God and associate him