1. Ask the eyelids of the graceful gazelle
Why have you aimed high?

2. With a glance you have killed lovers
Leaving them all slain

3. A coquettish glance from you
Is pleasure enough

4. An eye that makes separation lawful
And a gaze that prohibits union

5. The pearls on your teeth
Have become apparent

6. So take it easy, you of slender frame
On a heart worn out with sadness

7. And you whose tender look
Leads astray to destruction

8. I have now become unable to hear
Blame or rebuke