1. I conceal my love, while my tears reveal it,
And I deny it, while my youth proves it.

2. My tormentor is sweet of countenance,
He has gathered all beauty within himself.

3. As if he is Joseph's image in beauty,
And I am like his father in sorrow.

4. O you who burn the face of your lover with fire
Wait, for my tears will put it out.

5. Burn with it my body and all my limbs,
But be careful of my heart for you are in it.

6.
If the lovers deny in you my passion,