1. You ransom me, O full moon, pouring without stint
On my eyelids with sleep, except with tears, times of wakefulness

2. Ever busy on the cheeks' pages, repeating passion
Until it took root, even in the breast's cavity

3. O healer of my cousin's wound, and undoer
Of the pact of love towards you, not once unloosing it

4. No harm had it been, had you persisted downcast
Neither undoing the pact of love towards you

5. You distance it from you or stir it up, it will scream
O you who blame me for it, heap me not overmuch,

6. For I never knew it deviate from my patience, once committed
Perplexed am I, whether to meet it with refusal or consent,

7. And if I gratified it, at first it disdained, or persisted arrogantly
My lifetime have I passed in hardship, and they claimed

8. That lovers in time of straits are [found] bent down despondently