Ear of the poplar

From her bow she throws me and hurls me

And I was not wounded or thrown

And I did not feel the effects of the wounds nor

My feeling of this wound was erased

She threw and the throw of love did not stray from the foot

And her throw became praised after that

Oh throw that made a young man love her

The shutter of your wound was open in her

Oh throw that remembers the passion of her fall

In his heart he gave this wound

The wound of love is the best that the lover gives

The world of visions did not steal the soul

The wound of love is the memories of the lover at that moment

And it does not show the ears of the houris any pity

The wound of love is an indelible wound

In his heart he revealed in his horizons a revelation

I succeeded in throwing and aiming from the foot

So the heart of much longing won

And he saw that he would not stop remembering her

So the trace of her love became slaughtered in him

So when he became submerged in the midst of love

They said to him he became ugly

And whoever knew his secret I realized

After him, lovers find him interpreted

And whoever tasted love, he became

The sea of ​​love realizes him with longing

And everyone who did not know his illness saw

A flexible doctor in love, ambitious