1. The charm of youth shone in its protector so
It has a gazelle of the horizon in its dwellings

2. Until when she drew her braids doubly
Oh what a gazelle in its tresses!

3. Whoever glanced at her and bent a branch of her stature
Do not ask my heart about its nightingales

4. If her face turns I complain of the injustice of its look
Or if her stature turns I complain of the injustice of its bending