1. He cured his youthful vigour, yet it brought him no contentment,
And though he had his will of her, still was he not fulfilled.

2. The passion of his love had brought disease into his eyes,
So when she made as if to heal them, blindness was their yield,

3. And as the crimson of his cheek with pallor vies in hue,
The rose is intertwined with it inseparably.