O how jealousy is your aura

that blinds my life aspirations

and the impetus of love



You know always what to say

what she feels and thinks

and comforts flawlessly



Her love blankets you like wool

like sheep during winter;

you never get cold



O jealousy is your radiance

but my pity is also shed

for you are a pitiful thing



Though take you do such admiration!

loved you are by almost law,

You are yet mere imagination

and are not really felt at all