1. He spent the night chatting with me until dawn,
Like a supple branch in place of a pillow.

2. As if he smiles with pearls arranged
Or chilled, or unripe fruits.

3. You may think him drowsy, blinking
From heavy eyelids while vigilant.

4. I’d ransom him, not graze him
To forbid a warner from him, or a sharp-tongued guardian.

5. I mix my cup with the saliva of his mouth,
Yet I mix only pleasure with pleasure.

6. He showers roses on us, while
The dawn glistens with the breeze’s spray.

7. I overlook some of what should be shunned
Of unease in loving him or misstep.

8. The sorcery of languid eyes consumes
My heart, and the blush of ruddy cheeks.

9. Say to my father Noah, kinsman of dew,
And spring of generosity and ally of reconciliation,

10. I seek refuge in the good opinion you held
And in the asker made readily welcome,

11. Lest you turn your eyes from me and
I fail in your bounty after success.

12. If I have sinned, then pardon, and if
I have no sin, then why rejection?

13. Beyond the sundering of firm ties
From excessive thanks and praise,

14. It tells of a heart long loving you
And a breast sincere in lamenting.

15. My enemies rejoiced and you delivered me
From your yielded sword that afflicted me.

16. Is there any hope for company that is gone,
Or any chance for a state fallen from grace?

17. I am in anguish from your rejection,
My heart writhes, and wings beat.

18. I have not the fortitude to withstand your wrath,
Nor the arms to withstand your estrangement.