1. Your aversion, does it have a near end?
And your affection, will it occur without supervision?

2. Judges of beauty, it is not my doing with a glance,
The young bud wished for its like.

3. It aimed and struck my heart with diligence.
You spoke truthfully, every diligent one achieves.

4. With what coyness and with what glance
Do I live pleasantly in passion?

5. This one in you has no helper for her,
And this from you has no allotment.

6. And in those passionate gazes, evocative,
Delightful, and every infatuated has a lover.

7. When they reveal themselves, eyes are broken,
For them is destruction, so hearts are broken.

8. O those who return, is there a morning
In which for me in your night there is melting despair?

9. And O those veils, I see a wonder -
Arrows which whenever broken, strike true.

10. And O those cloaks, tell me,
When will the delicate branch show affection?