1. Leave the blame or reproach me not, for I listen not
He who is guided by your advice has gone astray

2. For life is but to die young
Lost in fantasy, my hand reaching for none but her

3. Her mouth frowning, her cheek bruised from a bold mischief
To which he aspires, at a spring and a meadow

4. How my heart yearned to sip her sweetness
Yet I professed a preference for the ascetic

5. Her hips made her stumble as she stood
And so I waver between rising and sitting