1. I ransom the one who said to me when he turned away,
And lowered his eyelid over his beloved,

2. "Your beautiful poetry has reached my ears, so it
Ceases not to flow smoothly over its string."

3. It suffices you some of what you have proclaimed, but no rest
Suffices a lover until he fulfills his desire.

4. So I said, "O borrower of a past
Elegance and the beauty of discreet glances,

5. Do not deny the longing of one made rapturous
Who relives his youth despite his old age."