1. Slow down, O tormentor of hearts,
Do you not fear incurring sins?

2. When will your sunrise flow in my eyelids,
Like a continuous setting sun?

3. How much sorrow does your body cause me!
Is there no relief from sorrow for you?

4. You who stirred up the regions of my heart
With your raised, observant arrows.

5. I've not heard that the eyes of a maiden
Shoot their arrows at hearts.