1. Woe to me from the youth whose
Power lies in my two cheeks

2. My glances could not resist him
So my eyes complained to his eyes

3. He feigned the illness of a fearful lover
And blamed the censure of critics

4. Then his eyes started overflowing
On his cheeks with two teardrops

5. As if on his cheek was gold
Melting on embers

6. I drew him close and kissed him
And took my due from his cheeks

7. I had asked my tortured one
On the day we parted for two kisses

8. And hid them in his eyes
Fearing the spying eyes

9. He answered if you want
To pluck the fruits of my cheeks

10. Then pluck them despite the spies
And envious eyes watching us