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on your cheeks like a yellow rose and the reddish flower.
Yes, shadowy images of the beloved came to me at night and kept me awake,
and love confronts pleasure with pain.
You who reproach me, regarding my pure love, excuse me,
from me to you, if you are just, you would not reproach me.
My state of love has reached you, my secret is no longer concealed
(warning of oneself desire to err)
from those who malign me; and my disease does not cease.
You advised me sincerely; though I did not hear it
indeed, a lover is deaf to those who reproach.
And I accused the advice of reproachful elders,
and the elders are above suspicion in their advice.
Yes, shadowy images of the beloved came to me at night and kept me awake,
and love confronts pleasure with pain.
You who reproach me, regarding my pure love, excuse me,
from me to you, if you are just, you would not reproach me.
My state of love has reached you, my secret is no longer concealed
(warning of oneself desire to err)
from those who malign me; and my disease does not cease.
You advised me sincerely; though I did not hear it
indeed, a lover is deaf to those who reproach.
And I accused the advice of reproachful elders,
and the elders are above suspicion in their advice.