1. My charming one lies about me, though her glance speaks truth,
And nothing seen after a witness needs convincing.

2. She made me think she recalled me with pleasure,
And my ear heard from her what it does not hear.

3. I did not live in the land she lived in,
And that was not for my ear from something it was accustomed to taking fright.

4. But it was from an overflowing joy beyond restraint,
Lest they say: one patient is not panic-stricken.

5. So my liver is not worn out, and you have no pity,
Nor does my blamer, for blame, ever turn back.

6. Nor is my mind consoled, so my affliction calms down,
Nor have I hopes in you cut short, or in you any longer a longing.

7. I have met with things from you I never met the like of,
And, from my evil luck, they cannot be avoided.

8. They use up my patience, and my stratagems are straitened;
And greater than them in you is what I fear.

9. So do not ask me for more love for you,
For in my heart is no more room for it after this.

10. And if you divided up my love all over the world,
The least bit of it would suffice, and the smallest particle would be enough.