1. By the one whose waist sickness lent me
In passion, and whom I cannot

2. Disobey, though he went against
My will, hisglance led me to him

3. As guide with its sorcery.
He embraces epochs of beauty

4. With all its advisoriness.
He urges in my garden and meadow

5. Wine from his lips for us.
So we met at dawn with his face

6. And clung to his hair.