1. I have come to prefer blamers and reproachers
In love of one graced with beauty everlasting

2. If he wished, the sun would rise from his beauty
Shining from a bough of his grace evergreen

3. No sun has risen from him that night would sully
The sun of morning from him is bright serene

4. No one blames me for him but when they see him
Their eyes from mine are turned, fixed, and unseen