1. O you who avoided my tear when it scattered,
Your love's authority did not turn to me gently.

2. And how much did my complaining of love for a moon
Firmly enthroned in people's hearts however he wishes, complain.

3. O you who unsheathed from my blood the swords of his looks,
And whom I worshipped, my passion for him when it awoke.

4. It would walk to you if you made it walk, it would walk.
And here is my love, the wounds of its limbs,

5. Its saliva increases its thirst for its roses.