1. His slender figure sways like a supple branch,
Topped by the full moon of a radiant face.

2. My arrows sought his foes, but never him -
Never once did I aim my shafts his way.

3. O my heart, severed by love for him,
O my soul, go in peace and wish him well.

4. O my ever-flowing tears, O fire in my breast,
Speak of my passion and my longing.

5. Never did I visit him, finding him asleep,
Without desire pulling me toward him.

6. I set alight - with kisses - the flames in his cheek,
And damped - with my saliva - the heat of his lip.

7. He lodged me in the garden of his cheek,
And made me drunk with the wine of his mouth.

8. But he refused to countenance my desire;
I fancied him a phantom, sick was I.