Take my eyes and through them see you
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
To Be countinue