1. Is there among you one who this beauty denies?
For if there is, then he is blind and cannot see.

2. Its melodies carry to the heart of the young man
A passion not felt by eyes however keen.

3. It is the cup passed from hand to mouth;
We drink it in through hearing, in heart grow drunk.

4. O precious pearl of elegant diction!
O wine of amorous glance pressed pure!

5. He mingles words intoxicated by his saliva.
In his train the drunk ardors stumbling fare.

6. Love of today was shunned but yesterday,
Long known his favors, though once thought rare.

7. What I had hoped for, time has now allowed,
What I feared, time has now endowed.

8. I attain in the last what first I sowed,
And sow in the first what last I owed.

9. Woe for what I bear yet do not mourn!
Woe for proximity, no thanks return!

10. Of it my hands hold nothing but the thought
That by the news of it my mind is taught.

11. For youth’s night that begins daybreak pains me
If with dawn of hair it does not square.