1. Take my blood from the moment of ignorant love
And do not ask about me, tyrants of war

2. At her enchanting glance, my demise was
Due to my folly with which I lost my reason

3. And there was never a third between us
Who shot an arrow or warded off intimacy

4. So acquitting the glances is injustice, for I
Heard with my ears the moan of the arrow in my heart