1. He revealed what was in my heart though it filled the sky,
I have nothing to do with hints from one who turned away.

2. I have a roaring lion that struck down the black lions with a blow,
The expert archer shot his arrows at it as it turned away.

3. A branch whose roots are hearts and a star whose tears alone
Are its setting, pouring out.

4. My night after him is not long, rather my watcher's eye
Comes at dawn but does not see it white.

5. I cry while he laughs, pleased at my youth,
For youth reaps anger from such pleasure.

6. Let not my breath meet your lips, it is
A chill, which I fear on embers of anger.

7. Fate has flown but my love was cut into
The ribs' enclosure, too weak to stand.

8. I incline toward Moses' stories and his people
Seeking your mention among them, and hints.

9. I complain to the tearful, dark eyes, though it is folly's straying
For a goal to complain to an arrow flown.

10. My glance drew this torment on my tortured heart,
Like Moses' glance, and the decree of fate.