1. By my sickly eyelids I implore
Pity this ailing body of mine

2. And see my passion in love
Sticking to me like a creditor

3. So he sighed and yearned, and maybe
The healthy looked upon the sick

4. Until when he was shielded from
My nearness, though not from the sacred

5. He gestured to me with his glance
A turning of the compassionate

6. While I, miserly with my affection
Except for noble manners

7. O full moon that has become
As numerous as the stars

8. What ails your cheek, a heaven
Guarded by the flaming hell

9. How much is this misery while you revel
In the finest pleasures

10. My ambitions in love for you
Have become like my worries