1. Your life, no hope for my recovery or passion
It creeps between my body and bones

2. I implore you to complain to you and curl up
On my pillow, for passion is wondrous

3. And I hope to heal from an inner fire that burned the chest
How can it be cured when no doctor sees it?

4. Your share of my heart is as you have known it
I have no thanks to God but you as my lot

5. I claim no more than my eyes’ fill of you
And the lovers' claim of sorts

6. I betrayed no secret between us
But the lover's glance is worrying

7. On a night we could unite but shyness stopped me
Indeed, shyness is a chaperone