1. Reproach comes in proportion to passion's measure;
He whom I reproach, companionship makes amends.

2. I blame my tormentor, then myself I blame,
Angering her, though torment pleases her anon.

3. If I could, from it I would turn, but how
Can I from my own soul, once enslaved, withdraw?

4. My heart is destined to adore, and to
Adore, my lord, deserves reward. And yet,

5. If punishment there were, I still would do
What I have done, for Gazelles take no heed of interdict.

6. The critics blame, but what have they perceived?
Long since, among mankind, sense strayed from wisdom's road.

7. I woke to find caprice rejecting my heart ‘gainst me,
And the madness of youth was renewed within my blood.

8. The hand of love holds my heart by the bridle-rein,
Nor is there, save passion, a veil o'er it.

9. Recounting longing is like a limber vine,
That will creep as far as it can spread and coil.

10. I and love are partners in a pact of wine
That binds us and in company joins our days.

11. If I oppose one love for another's sake
Vows are renewed and our draught is unbroken.