The axe of love can break open the door of chastity Secured by the bolt of modesty. That pitiless thing called Love Exploits my heart even at night. Fain would I hide my love, but it breaks out Unawares like a sneeze. In modesty I deemed myself beyond assail; But love has now cast away the veil. The dignity of not pursuing the indifferent Is one thing unknown to the love-sick. What sort of passion is this that induces me To follow the very one who deserted me? When the lover does all we desire, We forget all shame unawares. Are not the enticing words of this wily fraud Weapons that break my feminine reserve? Determined to sulk I went, but when my heart merged, I too went and clasped him. Can they ever think of refusing to be reconciled, Whose hearts melt like fat in fire?