1. If you are pleased with me, reproach becomes mild,
And the blame of censors does not taste sweet.

2. By killing the gazelles, his turning away hinted,
So neither ransom is hoped from me, nor reason.

3. More difficult than the blame of censors is their saying,
"It is love, so surrender to passionate love, however difficult it is."

4. Do they not know that aloofness with contentment
Is dearer to us than scarce union?

5. They have their religion, which is blaming you,
And I have the religion of love, in which killing me is sweet.

6. I divided my day in waiting and thinking,
But no news comes to me, nor messengers.

7. How delicious when they blame, for your frequent mention!
How amazing, reproach has become sweet to me because of you!

8. Ask the night about my wakefulness, and it was said to me,
"You mentioned a beast from which transmission is not accepted."

9. O tormentor of my heart! Do you wish for a visit
That would delight my soul and reunite us?

10. Do to me what you are pleased with, and visit me secure,
By God, neither vileness nor heaviness will meet you.

11. My passion for you has become pleasant, and my youthfulness,
So I do not wish for union, fearing that I would become bored.

12. And say to my spy, if you favor me with a visit,
My soul will be delighted with contentment, and for him is the merit.