1. What fault is mine if I dwelt in her abode
And lingered there like a thief behind her wall?

2. If from the garden of sorrow I plucked a tear
And my cup gave answer to the questioning of its fruits?

3. If I whispered softly in the ear of the breeze
To shatter her window pane beneath its curtain,

4. That I might see how her pillow slumbers
And gardens of crystal around her hips?

5. What fault is mine if I looked with a smile
On the night as it moaned in fear of her dawn

6. While the bees were busy gathering nectar
From the seductions of apples in their bloom?

7. I drank until my mind was dizzy with thought
And awoke asking: What is the way to her house?