1. A true love was not born in an hour
Nor did it grow when tending its wick

2. But slowly it went and was born
Through a long mingling, so its pillars settled

3. Neither its resolve nor its fervor approached it
Nor did its constancy and growth diminish

4. This confirms what we see
That every growth is quickly completed according to its purpose

5. But I am hard, barren ground
Impervious to all roots taking hold

6. None of its roots penetrated me
So it does not care if its pillars collapse