1. I hunted a gazelle
The day I was at the monastery of foxes

2. Appearing from the elevated plains of Sarim
Walking proudly like a monk in his habit

3. With erect spear
Woe to whoever bears the blame!

4. He tightened his belt and so
Undid the knots of creeds

5. His glance shot no arrow
Except for the sake of proper aims

6. I pine for love of him
As if bitten by the thorns of scorpions