1. Let not the shining sword deceive you,
For the lion never feared the howling jackals.

2. Her piercing glance is her ailment,
Though it may be the cure lies in the disease.

3. The sharpened blades are dulled by love,
And fate has judged for the lovers.

4. Leave what lies between her blood and mine,
For on those figurines blood flows.

5. I am confounded by what’s in my hand,
Oh my people, the nobles have enslaved me!

6. In the meeting of whites and browns is my desire,
For whites and browns, the meeting is the desire.

7. Temper my breaths with the morning breeze,
So the malady of love makes the air sick.

8. How can a heart be healed, when it
Forever houses the sprawling wounds?

9. My friend, my cup, and a garden
Adorned with the necklaces of the wine stewards.

10. Think not the roses water serpents,
Only the roses watering breed modesty.