1. The eyes are lost in your charming allure,
Swayed by the gentle shaking of your branch.

2. Whoever sees you returns with a melting heart,
And sleepless, weeping eyes full of sorrow.

3. Is there magic in your eyes or swords
That pierce hearts without sin?

4. Are your cheeks roses or blood
Spilt by the angry glance of your sword?

5. Your cool cheeks guard against my misery,
Fearing my hot sighs will melt them.

6. With the embers in your cheeks and the flames in my heart,
Give me a sip from your mouth one day,

7. To extinguish some of the fire within me.
It pains me for your beauty to appear openly,

8. For eyes and hearts to see.
And it hurts me when fanciful hopes

9. Bring me your image, my dear illusion.
May God favor the eye that implores

10. Your cheek with a coveting glance,
And bless the mind that contains

11. Nothing of you but nearby words.
One day, time's stinginess will fade

12. And allow us to meet with no guard.
You will listen as I complain of my torment,

13. As the sick complain to the doctor.
For I have a liver cut by yearning,

14. And a heart that knows no rest or sleep.
If my tongue fails to express my condition,

15. My tearful eyes will cry out to you.
This from you, my Master, is enough,

16. The perfect share for me.