The face of my beloved, when it appears, is my cure.
The saliva of the beloved is honey that sweetens my vinegar.
If you want me to be happy with you, o my friend.
Sing for me the name of my beloved and let
Everyone in the world throw their arrows at me.
 

My enemies feared me when I loved him.
And by the mention of his names I have reached my goals.
When a rebuker tries to haunt for me,
I do not bother, even if he hits my heart.
As nothing harms with the mention of his name.