1. Have you seen how time has erred, and how it has strayed
In a malady that has twisted the supple shoot?

2. Now it agrees that your beauty is sublime
And for that the polished sword has not been unsheathed

3. Say, O doctor, your remedy for him is abstinence
From your censurers, so mix not with rudeness

4. And upon me, if hearts called with intent
From your lovers today, to hasten recovery

5. And thoughts we once had, but never again
Returned to the eyelid of the beloved, blinking

6. Good news, at the heel of your recovery, health
That guaranteed the moonlight will not be eclipsed

7. The garden of the face will again become verdant
And the rose of the cheek will again bud and bloom