Even if you were seared by fire
Even if you were wearing the buds of roses
Even if you became a gazelle and were vigilant
I'll never forgive you
If you were a crown of purest gold
If you were in need of my love
If you would be a remedy for my pain
I'll never forgive you
If you were a song, sung in several tongues
If you were the buds of roses
If you were half-blind in the deserts
I'll never forgive you
If you were a bough laden by rubies
If you were a scarlet sash made of silk
If you were the honey of the combs
I'll never forgive you