1. Is one enamored by such beauty to be blamed?
The infatuated and lovelorn are spent by it.

2. Look again more closely - you may have missed it.
You'll find that which gives eyes pleasure and pain.

3. I shield its beauty when I aim arrows at it,
Then turn again a hopeful gazer towards it.

4. I cast a glance as if the heart of its letters
Were, for my eyes, a cure for its longing and thirst.