1. He asks me what my need is in his abode
A gazelle, knowing the regions of my heart

2. His eyes will testify that it is love
And his smile that I yearn for him

3. Shall I feign ignorance of what ails me
When no one among people is free of you

4. How can one who is sick himself cure the illness of my heart
His remedy being the malady itself

5. I patch up affection though it's torn
And hold the reins of the covenant though frail

6. Without what I have endured, one would desist
But my lineage in loyalty is ancient