Come closer, my charming idol, my kindred spirit and companion.
See the artfulness, for my heart has grown weary; tell him that I am longing for him.
I struggle with my heart like a tyrant, so you may call me your commander.
Why do you keep asking why my face is pale? It is from the sorrow of you, my rosy idol.
Last night, Venus was lamenting all night, like the wailing of my harp-like body.
Redeem my soul from my body, so my soul may be freed from my disgrace.
Your ruby lips have made my heart, once as hard as stone, a goldsmith's delight.
Make peace with my soul and me, for all my battles are because of you.
My feet would become swifter than the wind if you were to say, "Come, my lame one."
I am bound to your pendulum, for from you, my pendulum becomes sweet as sugar.
You are indifferent to me, while I am in distress. Alas, what will I become when you call for me?
I will go to the door of joy, away from the darkness of sorrow; redeem me from my rust.
It matters not if the time is wrong or the path is distant; my mile has become half a step from you.
My old age has become better than my youth; my wrinkled face has become fresh again.
Be silent like the drunken, be dazed, so that you may say, "Be silent and dazed like me."