1. I thought I was free from the snare of love,
But the magic of the languishing eyes ensnared me.

2. And I heard the voice of passion calling to me,
So I hastened to it without delay.

3. I gave my companions idleness the cold shoulder,
And I sold long ago my passion for a trifle.

4. So my bargain in the sale was no losing deal,
Nor was my sale of love an act of a traitor.

5. Reproach me not for my passion after
Youth has taken its course; reproach is the prime mover.

6. Seek not the secret of my heart; it
Is pure; no pick can break it open.

7. I see love’s ardors have intensified.
Love’s first beginnings were but playful flirtation.