1. Leave her eyes to their inflammation
For their cure is in their disease

2. The eye is safe from its enemies
While the heart is not safe from its own

3. The passion is like midday thirst
Quenched from its own waters

4. And your faces, their dawns
Are the tryst of their shining hour

5. Moon-like, moon-like
In their beauty and melody

6. The heart loathes their distance
While the ears love their music

7. And I'd accept being slain by her
If that was by her own decree