1. O people, how strange are the people who
My tears before them are shed in vain

2. When they saw his ring was yellow
And pure yellow saffron it did contain

3. They were upset and thought he was a lover
So they tried to break his ring in twain

4. Leave them be, whatever they desired
For I have with it many a night lain

5. That I plucked a narcissus in full bloom
A rosebud red, not yet in wane

6. A bite I erased with it, and a kiss
I erased its pain and bane