1. How people wonder at hunting without a snare,
While my heart is caught by a glance of her eyes.

2. And how they say "He's possessed!" But they knew not
That the madness in me is from love of a maid.

3. May God not torment one for my sake with torment
That drives away sleep from my eyes with wakefulness.

4. I pass the night with the chill of youth in her mouth,
As dew spent the night in the bosom of flowers.

5. Would that I and my longings could reach their goal,
I'd assuage the burning anguish in my breast.