1. Your love, I am not its closest delusion
While you are a bed for whoever comes

2. And you do not have patience for a lover
So turn them away, many there are

3. If I were the prince I would not seek
A meeting with you, fearing the prince

4. Your banner is like wishes, not on those
Who cling to it, though great their delusion

5. Nor from it, defense for those who come
Though the people massed for them legions