1. Let them say what they will of me, for I am exalted above their saying,
Sick, sleepless, with tears for you ever flowing down my cheeks.

2. O you whom ignorance makes all the more enchanting in your loveliness,
I have none but envious men to blame you - may they have no peace!

3. My reproachers move no lip against me but to increase my love for you;
May it never diminish, try as they will!