1. My joy is the youth's reproach
If it comes from me being gentle

2. For if I were not dear to him
He would not have done thus

3. More delicious than a sip and a kiss
And than attaining hope and wish

4. And than a potion stirred by a tipsy one
Bearing a slender waist, grabbing the shoulder

5. Love whose taste is sweet when tasted
Its taster complains not of boredom's bitterness