After starting lovingly, why is there this hatred?
Good evening, O possessor of an amber rosary!
After starting lovingly, why dost thou fight?
The sand cannot be kneaded, nor thorns trodden,
Nor the secret displayed to all the people.
How many palms have we climbed without ladder,
And how many offenses of friends have we overlooked!
O sweet, O beautiful, thy letter came to us;
As we read it how our tears flowed.
O excellent, sweet, moving thy lips,