Why did You come during this sweet night
if You would not stay in my home?

I have been sitting and awaiting You
age after age,
with an ever new garland in hand.

I have heard from everybody's mouth
that no one is as soft as You are.

Having sung the song of Your affection,
why do I see You being the reverse?

No one is as hard as You are.
Even the hardest stone cannot be compared to You.

Still, what pleasure do You derive thus dressing up?
In both Your soft and Your hard dresses?