11. Before thy beauty the very moon is nothing,

For sometimes she is full and sometimes half.

May God give thee to me, my perfect universe!

12. (She.) If an angel were a mortal like myself,

It would be ashamed to see my fate (unmoved).

13. (He.) O angel! strangely without pity,

Thou hast written her good with my evil (linked our fates).

14. (Both.) All have friends, but my friend is the Chief (God),

And of my inner grief that friend is cognizant;

His light alone loves our eyes and soul.