1. Lady mine, inform her that I pine,
For her, O mother of her slaves!

2. Though for God her steps inclined,
And for Him if she persuades.

3. Ere the pilgrimage her foot could stir,
She did promise and did vow;

4. Messages with verses fair I bore,
And then verses ever new.

5. Twenty messengers addressed with verse,
Each forthright succeeding now.

6. No maid have I soft limbs to ply
At night's time with amorous play;

7. Naught but haggard old woman whose
Legs like pestles gnarled away;

8. Face more ugly than the owls
That o'er ruins drear hold sway.

9. No life's joy with partner chained
As mine, burdened cares at bay!