1. When we conversed and you turned to me
With reproach, though reproach matters not to me,

2. I was enthralled by her conversation’s branches,
And I rose conquered by reproach, exultant with drink,

3. Compassion took me, mingled with harshness,
And at times she would relax from the cold and fresh.

4. To hint that in love I am the apple of her eye,
Yet to onlookers in her ladder she shows hostility.

5. I ransom you - I do not choose your love as doctrine,
If I am not steadfast in play and earnestness,

6. So if you spurn me, willingly and unwillingly, and I am not
Toward you in any state, I would not be called loving,

7. How so, when I saw coquetry from you,