1. My longing for the fatal moment of his languorous glance,
By which the perception of passion robbed me,

2. I set up the trap of his alluring eyes, and it caught me,
And for him I set up traps, but missed my snares,

3. He is the third of two moons, envied by others,
In him the simple one, the fourth orbit,

4. So if the young gazelle frolics, and if it bends down,
From it the slender figure, I see you, a bending branch,

5. It reveals from its rhyming smile, and for me
An eye pouring down tears weeps,

6. Oh my love, his slender figure grieved you,
Stabbing with his spear-like figure and his piercing glance.