1. By my father who was stingy with greetings to me
And twisted my religion and did not restrain the blame,

2. And wounded my heart with what I heard from him
Of words whose impact was like arrows,

3. I only cry for a neighbor girl
Who led my heart to her by its reins,

4. She envied me a glance at her face
When we sat so she hastened to stand,

5. Then she said, O turn away from us for between us
Is only greetings with greetings.

6. They wrongly told her so she turned
Her soul from me in suspicion and blame.

7. Would that my share of you, Mistress, were
A glance I can look at each year.