1. I see my stratagem in all I wish, O son
You help me except in joining the beloved

2. For not the white of your eyelids, just the black
Can sunder a lover who seeks union

3. Rather the brown of your sides, the blond entirely
Defend the nectar of the youth and the aged

4. And while estrangement allies itself with your rejection
No wonder I have joined the ranks of the slain