1. When I was stirred by yearning and passion’s claim
To visit her in whom my heart took delight

2. Those ever wakeful, though the living slept, exclaim’d
And I disclosed my secret, hiding naught thro’ shame

3. Thou wast to me a screen, so screen what I didst blame
This was self-love, its wiles my reason sway’d aright

4. Thou seest me crazed with passion beyond all sight
How can I meet thee then, my lord, without diffame?

5. I answered: ‘Dost thou not see what is around?
My love for thee bath overcast my vision clear’