1. I ransom you, I have no turning away from you,
Nor in passion any disengagement from you.

2. Your union is to me the refined honey,
Your separation is to me bitter aloe.

3. A questioner asked when I would be consoled of her,
I said to her, "When the morning becomes hoary."

4. I circle your abode each day,
As if your abode was made for circling.

5. And were it not for love of you I'd have kept to my home,
For in my home is restful comfort for me.

6. I am the slave who acknowledges the length of bondage,
And from a slave there is no opposition to you.