1. This is my heart, pierced by arrows,
Who can see those eyelids and stay sane?

2. O you whose beauty outshines
The radiant dawn, rightly so it seems.

3. Your graceful neck and glance, so they say,
Are beyond what scholars can convey.

4. Your stature and voice, it does seem,
Are like a branch where a nightingale sings.

5. When seen, even ascetics become enamored,
And sleepy eyes by your glance awaken.