1. With tossing ribs he complains of the tyranny
Of my time, like my body, wasting away.

2. So my eyelids' sickness covers my frame with sorrow
And his coldness has deprived my eyes of sleep.

3. He has a hand that grabbed me with the love
That I have no power to resist.

4. Never did regret mention him one day
Without my gnawing the fingers of regret.

5. Clothed in beauty in its every raiment
Yet naked of all kindness.

6. Had I possessions, I would prefer my company with him
But out of my lack of means, the loved one avoids me.