1. I ransom with my life she who has burdened my heart
With the lute till it cured its turmoil

2. She excelled in two crafts and showed
Arrogance for that and was self-admiring

3. She said, "I have favored you with singing while you
Do not chant," and we were like you writing

4. So I busied myself with the strings until I left
No melody and did not neglect a reckoning for them

5. And I befriended it, so that was hard on my hand,
My pen, and she blamed me for blaming

6. So I made the paper's side his chest
And I made the side of his weakness a plectrum