1. We walked along the paths of intent with your beauty,
And we have hearts sheltered under your shoes' shade.

2. With subtle perfume, we visited you, from your condition,
My masters, does it cross your minds,

3. One whose mind crosses none but you?
Distraught am I for your sake, ribs pressed so,

4. And the heart therein, O life's most wondrous foal.
You are foremost in kindness and noble deeds,

5. Far be it from you to be heedless of my state,
When heedless am I in my love for you, of my own state.