1. My soul is ransom for a full moon that rose smiling,
In his sweet mouth is wine and honey.

2. He appears and wounds me at times and kills me,
With his deadly whiteness and smoothness.

3. And he bends, staggering, confused, so he pierces me,
With his soft, supple neck and inclination.

4. I stayed up all night, restless, worrying,
From his painful estrangement, my thoughts and hopes.

5. And my body melted away from me by his aloofness,
From his melting waist and shoulders.

6. He had no mercy on me when I cried from his abandonment,
With his harsh, stony heart and mountainous ego.

7. And for me, love and passion played with me,
In his deadly blame and reproach.

8. And prose adorned with rhyme shined through my writings,
In his most sweet praise and amorous verse.

9. By his eyes I swear, I love no other but him, even if
I'm struck by the two troubles, blindness and boredom.