Even though darksome glances slip

Even though darksome glances slip,

Shining star, from you,

Yet no-one can deny

That you looked at me.

However the beam of your gaze may have endeavoured

To wound my breast,

Is there a suffering for which the joy

Of seeing you does not provide rich recompense?

And as mortally as my spirit

Suffered under your wrath,

Yet no-one can deny

That you looked at me.