1. I would ransom with my soul anyone whose glance,
without a dagger, almost wounded me.

2. I concealed my passion in the days of youth,
and declared my love when we met.

3. It was said, "His poetry faded when his virtues appeared
and were considered ugly."

4. So I said to them, "His beauty has not faded,
but my patience with him has faded."

5. With my soul I am a fresh, blooming branch
upon vibrant, rosy flowers.

6. So place my fingers in fetters
and bind my hands beneath the mill.