1. I complain to you, may you be moved by the ardour
That crept into me, what a creeping!

2. It weakened my strength the day desires inclined,
The bending of the lithe waist moist.

3. It grew lush and erected my structure, so its share
Of me is affection, and say a small share of me.

4. It grew for Joseph in the radiance of his face
Ever increasing, attributed to the youth.

5. I clarified it as pure affection, and it named me
In it abased, my blamer and watcher.