1. The flash of lightning or a smile that shines,
The waft of musk or a bloom that scents divine.

2. My censurer, though your counsel was sincere,
No heart have I that takes advice as mine.

3. Do my dreams rend her cheek that seems so clear
To this sad victim, slain, his blood like wine?

4. For love of her, I've drunk tears mixed with gore;
Behind my flowing tears, a love condign.

5. No life there is whose doom I do not brave,
And well I know my Jesus' ways benign.

6. When you take arms for some high cause, beware;
Sleep, while events watch on heights unseen!

7. He chastens wealth, no crime has been confest;
But over sins he casts his cloak, serene.

8. His treasure plainly cries against his hand,
Yet no reproach is meet for one who's clean.

9. All virtue in Miqdam of Jesus' line,
For Isa's noble son is pearl pristine.

10. Calm that can outweigh hills, eloquence bright
When into praise it flows as streamy sheen.

11. To-morrow by high thoughts is wearied out;
Who'd carry nobleness is never keen.

12. He's sparing of his name, yet lavish in gifts;
O happy he, close-fisted yet serene!