1. In the crimes of glances, I am but a witness,
And none will judge fairly if they act unjustly.

2. I swear by my soul, I have never blamed a critic,
Unless he returns still finding me at fault.

3. Nor have my eyes glanced upon one who spurns passion,
Unless he wakes still commanded by love.

4. In it the gaze of thought prefers wishes,
And consciences wound him with but a touch.