1. My eyes, I blame you, not my heart
You are the one who poisoned it

2. With anguish, grief, and sorrow
And watered it with your ever-flowing

3. Tears, over and over
Thus love grew in it and matured

4. And it became intimate with all love
Woe to me for the graceful gazelle

5. With lustrous eyes, most beautiful
You see his sins as my own

6. While my sins loom large in his eyes
When he visits we welcome him warmly

7. When we visit he does not reciprocate our warmth
And if I write to him complaining

8. He cannot find answers to my letters