1. A slender-waisted, charming gazelle
That took my soul when it was made whole

2. It is a branch, but my mind is on its danger
When it walked exposed and adventured

3. They said, be patient, there is sweetness in its saliva
I said, with patience I will not meet sugar

4. I marveled at it when it appeared and its hips swayed
For I saw the branch fruitful like the full moon

5. The sun is nothing but a robe it dawned
A day in which my patience was frustrated

6. The night is nothing but its hair when it is let down
But it has become like a face with kohl lined

7. And musk is nothing but the scattering of one who folded
Conversations of its perfume being expressed