1. Strange that your eyes delight in blood
For the eternal reign that knows no good

2. And if the critics' voices rise anew
Against your rule, who then will intercede?

3. The critics chide your love through ignorance
Curse them! None should your ideal image dismiss

4. On them the burden lies to strongly chastise
While for the lover only love exists

5. O moon-like beauty, steadfast is my devotion
Never to fade or transmute this emotion

6. All turn to your beauty, marvel and admire
Then turn away, though they praise and admire

7. Their talk of your beauty and graces abound
Their talk of your sweetness flows unbound