1. By Him who inspired my torment
with your writhing agony,

2. By Him who clothed my cheek
in roses like a veil,

3. By Him who instilled in my mouth
the roses' draught,

4. By Him who depicted with molten gold
upon roses a curtain,

5. By Him who ordained that my share of you
should be aloofness and estrangement,

6. What said those eyes of yours
to my heart that made it answer back?

7. And what said that blood of yours,
gushing out in torrents, to my tears?

8. Does a glance woo
and pierce through to the heart?

9. May your life be long
with a youth seen but as a transient guest!