1. You tortured me with your glances,
With the heat of your eyes and the tears in mine.

2. You made me seem sickly to beholders,
As sickness itself appeared in their gazing.

3. My body is the phantom which
My longing creates before you.

4. And I was hidden from suspicion,
Trusting the looks of slanderers.

5. And if I escaped perdition,
It was because none knew where I was.