1. O you whom I forgot, yet the pain of wounds by you still bewilders my heart
How strange is the narcissus in the garden! Is it a date palm or vines from Babylon?

2. They said your excuse reveals my torment, but I replied: Never! It is only a question
Does your cheek wear a garment of silk? Or does the anemone trail locks upon it?

3. I stay awake for it when I see it bearing the burden of its excuse upon it