1. I hung him round my neck, a young brother,
A pampered son of glory, delicate and dainty.

2. When I complained to him, while still a child,
His cheeks grew red, and sleep forsook his eyes.

3. I see the sun has veiled her face in shame,
The oryx glances up with outstretched neck.

4. An oryx of Kinas whose lord did slay
The shining sun, when on his spear she sank.

5. With glances from his eyes he pierced my heart,
And left it hanging pierced on their points.

6. A mighty love, that if his left hand smote
A deaf rock, that rock would split in twain.

7. Long is the time I brood on it, and say
“Is this how every love-lorn man is tried?"

8. My reason and my grief are joined together,
While my madness and my misery parted.

9. Would that my love and its denial differed,
And that my heart and its delight were one.

10. Behold this paradox before you: joined
A burning heart, and eyes that drown in tears.

11. Time will not turn me from his love, not if
My heart is cut to fragments for his sake.