1101.

All joys that senses five—sight, hearing, taste, smell, touch—can give,

In this resplendent armlet-bearing damsel live!

1102.

Disease and medicine antagonists we surely see;

This maid, to pain she gives, herself is remedy.

1103.

Than rest in her soft arms to whom the soul is giv'n,

Is any sweeter joy in his, the [righteous] one's heaven?

1104.

Withdraw, it burns; approach, it soothes the pain;

Whence did the maid this wondrous fire obtain?

1105.

In her embrace, whose locks with flowery wreaths are bound,

Each varied form of joy the soul can wish is found.

1106.

Ambrosia are the simple maiden's arms; when I attain

Their touch, my withered life puts forth its buds again!

1107.

As when one eats from household store, with kindly grace

Sharing his meal: such is this golden maid's embrace.

1108.

Sweet is the strict embrace of those whom fond affection binds,

Where no dissevering breath of discord entrance finds.

1109.

The jealous variance, the healing of the strife, reunion gained:

These are the fruits from wedded love obtained.

1110.

The more men learn, the more their lack of learning they detect;

'Tis so when I approach the maid with gleaming jewels decked.