1. I knew the trees to be her neighbors, though she
Is a cell of love without access or desertion.

2. I see her so I fold away my advice
And praise the fruit of stolen glances.

3. So I have no blame for the reproachers
If I stay and defend when blamed.

4. I complained and they said, you've had your fill of her love
When can complaint prevail if patience is lost?

5. On our return from her people she reminded us
Reviving a torment whose knowledge is with her.