1. With the apathy of your glance and its fever,
And the light of your cheek and its blush,

2. And the glow of your brow where
There is darkness from its coquetry,

3. And the saliva of your mouth - surely I
Seek it longingly to its saliva,

4. And the beauty of a slender waist that amazed me
Beyond a young shoot in its greenness,

5. Do not hurt my heart with separation
And do not torture it with its fire.