1. Her glance, without her even trying, is magic and wine,
A beauty so extreme even the moon is jealous of her.

2. Intoxicated by her charm she says,
I see you, with tears held back, patience your trait,

3. Is there no prohibition or order for love upon you?
Why do you not melt from passion as lovers do?

4. Do predecessors of lovers not give you example?
I said, shaking from yearning:

5. Yes, I yearn, and anguish is within me,
But my secret is not for the telling,

6. I flirt when love is spoken of,
And I am patient when no medicine is found,

7. Do you not know that I, since the creation of mankind,
When the night brings me darkness, the hand of love reaches out,

8. And I humble a tear from the arrogance of creation.