1. My eyes could not spare me from looking
So my demise was between magic and maidens

2. I delayed my glance on his cheeks so it was set ablaze
The redness of shyness from my sight

3. So if I looked at it again, its rays would burn me
And it would disappear from me in shyness

4. Be gentle in tormenting my heart, o' its tormentor
For I am but a human, o' the best of humans

5. My body became as delicate as glass in the morning
Healing from the embers of passion and thought

6. Its smoke my sighs and the blaze within it
My heart without fail and my tears like sparks

7. And a critic said to me that love is dangerous
If I were not already in danger from it