1. My heart is hurt by passion's sting
My body wrecked by suffering

2. O you for whom I stay awake while you sleep
Gazing at other than your beauty would be a sin

3. And other than your words to me are meaningless
I've heard the blames of maidens all

4. While I from righteousness did fall
Happy we are to see you even in our dreams

5. An eagle's age with you is but a moment it seems
An hour without you seems a year or more

6. Our promised time with you has been delayed
If only we could have an eternity of your company to portray

7. So much abandonment I see, so much flirtation
My patience with you is an impossibility

8. And I have no killer but sevrance's pain
The clouds have veiled the sun of your beauty

9. Thus my qualities in gloom have become unruly
O you in whom my knowledge is made certain

10. When I look at you my worries are no longer burden
And when you're absent worries crowd me like pigeons

11. Remembering you excites ardent passions
And intoxicates me until I become like one insane

12. Could I find anyone as pleasant as you to entertain?
I wish I could become your boon companion

13. And a tent be pitched for me in your encampment
In the night of estrangement wish for the morn

14. And with gifts make up for your aloof scorn
And if you wish to be rewarded

15. Then heal with union a heart broken and battered
Wandering for you when darkness falls

16. Stirred by the breeze that bears your name
And longing for you though patience it does claim

17. Its song of passion for you is the same
For the sake of some love and kindness you've shown

18. We've been struck down by your arrows thrown
Perhaps from you will come some care we've been loaned

19. For you are creation's most precious stone
If you so wish my hopes could be sown

20. Through you the knowledge of righteousness is now in absence
And I cannot see anyone in the world as comparable to your eminence

21. Whenever from you the ardent lover takes a draft
Through you the difficult is turned into the soft and daft

22. So be generous O noble and magnanimous folk
I've drunk your wine as child and elder

23. And suffered hard and easy passion's smolder
So slow down O noble souls, slow down I say

24. None but you are suited to generosity's way
How then can one turn away from your abode, preventing its doorway?