1. The freshness of youth flowed on your cheeks,
And the splendor of glory on your temples.

2. Your kohl-lined eyes shot arrows
Into my heart, making it your prisoner.

3. I jest about your love, O Youth!
I complain of your passion only to you.

4. O you of perfect beauty, charm and grace -
My life and my death are in your hands.

5. By my father! If you were to be afflicted with love’s agony,
No disgrace did I meet from you would be too much for you.

6. The arrows of death, intent on me,
Now come from your eyes.