If love’s a crime, let no sentence stay,
But let the stone be cast by those untainted.
Beauty kneels, to pay love’s debt, this day,
Let no stone strike my lover, love-fainted.
Beauty kneels, to pay love’s debt, this day,
Let no stone strike my lover, love-fainted.
Don’t torment him, people, do not so,
Until one’s heart in love is laid to waste,
Love’s tale, until then, will never truly grow.
He is wild, you, gather your sense,
He is wounded, by sorrow's weight,
He is wounded, by sorrow's weight,
Fear God’s wrath, he is helpless, by his fate.
Why have you come, why have you come,
To inflict such pain on this poor soul?
Let no stone strike my lover, love-fainted.
Yes, let no stone strike my lover, love-fainted.
Let no stone strike my lover, love-fainted.
My allure, the fault, that made him mad,
His heart’s ruin, a story it is telling.
My gaze, itself, is driving me quite bad,
I am the culprit, if his sense is failing.
Crucify me, burn me in the fire,
No complaints, whatever punishment desire.
Forgive him, forgive him,
I am ready to vanish and expire,
Let no stone strike my lover, love-fainted.
Yes, let no stone strike my lover, love-fainted.
Let no stone strike my lover, love-fainted.
Even stones, can bloom in loyalty's grace,
Even foes, can see their own reflection.
Love's fire, a garden can embrace,
This spectacle, it can hold in perfection.
Now, raise your stones, gods of this world,
Test me, then, and let my worth be unfurled.
Now, prayer ascends, now prayer ascends,
To bring about its effect, this world.
Let no stone strike my lover, love-fainted.
Yes, let no stone strike my lover, love-fainted.
Beauty kneels, to pay love’s debt, this day,
Let no stone strike my lover, love-fainted.
Beauty kneels, to pay love’s debt, this day,
Let no stone strike my lover, love-fainted.
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