1. Trust me, my tormentor, for I
Will keep safe in you what you have lost of me

2. And if you have pleased a people
With my displeasure, that was not my view of you

3. Is there a heart like yours in my chest
That I would ask about you when you asked about me

4. My soul wished that it would attain your satisfaction
That wish was its demise

5. And I did not commit sins for you to resent them
But it is your habit to suspect