1. The elegant adornments of our world have become
Rubble, like a worn embroidered cloak.

2. O days of youth, for God's sake your pearls did not cease
To fulfill the trysts of those we loved in you.

3. Our visits every day and our secret
Openly, with no whisperer seeing us to wink.

4.
Eyes among us grew sad and consciences chaste,

5. So we spent the night with our hands from touching held back.
We brushed past each other, innocent of obscenities,

6. And claimed no right but that which is most just.
The face of our beloved appeared on the full moon when it rose

7. And outshone it in beauty, though it could not outshine.
Adding to the full moon’s perfection is like a loss,

8. For the full moon is ashamed of it when it appears.
The reins of lovers’ hearts are in his grasp,

9. Led like bound hands, and goaded.
The glances of lions, or their claws, for moments

10. And the sword of rejection—so how to take precautions?
You claimed that love in it has abasement—