1. My beloved, I see you consumed with passion’s fervor
Yet you persist in pursuing it

2. If but a whisper from you would guide me to my solace
I would be guided by it in love

3. By He who wants my heart to forget my loneliness
Kissing your lips

4. By He who diffused all goodness and intelligence
In a soft breeze which benefits from its breath

5. And a gazelle, when it attempted to flee
From love, into its hands

6. Its eyes denied my pretense of illness
So much sickness within me it did not see