1. O you who blame me for my love,
You are no sincere adviser to me.

2. You forbid me from what is beautiful,
And command me to do what is ugly.

3. Your opinion seems most ugly to me.
In me is a bough of springing youth,

4. That sways beneath the weight of passion.
When the bough sighs free

5. It steals the hearts with yearning.
The gazelles of the meadows glance

6. Bashfully through the eyes of the deer.
Is there a beauty like mine

7. In the lightning of a smiling cheek?
After glory I changed

8. To love's humility.
He who was openhanded became

9. Stingy out of spite.
So every part of my body

10. Bears wounds from him.
O people is there no pity

11. For my wounded heart?