1. I complain to you of one who is absent, who does not come forward,
And of a youthfulness that does not cease being remembered,

2. Bound to fulfill a promised visit,
Without which the way to remoteness is obscure,

3. Set his riding beast free and leave it be,
And ignore the evil that you imagine,

4. That I deviate from the highborn while you are from
A noble people who are the main concern,

5. And I, if you wished to describe my affection,
Would not come up with that which you do not know,

6. And if I were terse, sufficing in describing it would be
A house marked on me by the nights,

7. Passion stopped me where you are, so I have
Neither one left behind nor one gone ahead,