1. Some of what had wounded my heart
Of a lover who now disdains his passion

2. Oh my people, how can I have patience with one
Whose soul finds no comfort without him

3. When she saw I was distant, she sent word that
No talebearer will be welcomed if he comes to him

4. Do not obey, may I ransom you, my soul's enemy
In tales he fabricated to suit his whim

5. Do not obey one who, were he to see me and you
As two captives of dire need, would not reproach him

6. And avoiding the house of the beloved, though nothing is sweeter
To me than to see him

7. It does my soul no harm to shun one who is
Neither unjust nor far, though he spurns me

8. Without hearing my excuses
Or seeing him blame me, for I have his approval