Who may you be? You torture and I forgive,
Who may you be? You argue and I reconcile.

And all you own, you are a gazelle grazing,
The first among thousands of eyes.

Why love and obey, who may you be?
Who may you be to govern my fate?

And why divert, for your eyes, my way?
I submit to your command, wondrous, and you my captive.

Leaving me between suspicion and illusion,
Why love and obey, who may you be?

How you vanquish me, beloved, yet are fragile,
How great the pains I endure from your desertion and tyranny.

Oh you, who ignore me, though you know,
Dear to me, yet your heart squanders.

Why love and obey, who may you be?
Your heart never knew the taste of love.

Nor loved, adored or burnt by passion,
My life and death for you the same?

Leaving me between suspicion and illusion,
Why love and obey, who may you be?

If only, indulge me with a promise unkept,
If only, false tears your eyes shed.

You, to me dear, my state you know,
Oh charm, in charm, all charm.

Why love and obey, who may you be?
Who feels my torture, my yearning and tears.

Knows the heat of the fire in my heart,
Yet, to you, I reveal no submission.

Against your eyelashes and eyes steadfast,
Why love and obey, who may you be?