1. I ransom with my soul the one whose glances have captivated my heart
And etched the pangs of love into my liver

2. The attributes of his gaze are sickness without pain
Intoxication without a cup, a wound without a bandage

3. The beloved of tenderness, of confusion and of insolence
The sympathetic one, of softness and of bending

4. On his cheeks, from the fire of youth, flames
And the roses of his cheeks from the water of life, dew