1. His tears bespeak the secrets held within
Though to his lord he's ever kith and kin

2. A heart is torn by yearning's jagged shards
As tears disobey the lids that tightly pin

3. So chide me not for loving her, my friend
For among lovers, that is no great sin

4. Shall I but die in ardor for her sake
While my companion stays oblivious in?

5. To you we spur the stallions, breathing gusts
As night's eyelash is lined with kohl pencil thin

6. Brave boys made heedless by their passion's heat
As though beneath the spearheads they had been

7. I bared the blades from each embroidered sheath
That drips, once drawn by grasping hands, blood-red within

8. Atop his saddle sits the lance, as though
The heavy spear's exhaled its breath therein

9. I taught him how to grasp the spear's smooth shaft
And wet the blade with death-dew harsh and grim

10. Swift he is to make enemies expire
Though his visage stays gentle, pure and keen