1. O doe-eyed one from the flashing fever,
The breeze of the meadows welcomed you when it blew.

2. I complained of the pain of love and longing, and yet
Where can I complain - who shows mercy to the complainer?

3. With his shining virtues I composed verses,
Yet of what I composed I have nothing left but the thread.

4. O father of the inviolable sanctuary, every ungrateful one
Rewards the generous praise with jest and laughter.

5. If I were stubborn in attacking their honour,
My words and my sword would not spare them.