How can you forsake one who with all his soul adores you?
And you, serene, night and day.

Lost in sleep, his cry wakes you not,
One in his love so ardent.

Abandon hope, he who in love aspires to you,
Always yearning for you, his life's desire ever.

Knows his love and sacrifices his soul for you,
Do you not fear your Lord, in your prayer and your fast?

'Til when, oh my heart, in your neglect,
You are forerunning your love with the wind in your sails.

Have mercy on the afflicted enwrapped in your love's torture,
Oh my love, does your conscience not reproach you?

I pine for persons returning memories of you,
And I, rapt, attend their tales for your news.

Would that! The accuser reproach me not for loving you,
Take my eyes and through them see you.