1. We saw in the valley of Rimth a roaming gazelle,
So it captured hearts that no hunter could capture.

2. It wore beauty that adorned it in our hearts,
And our eyes never adorned it with necklaces.

3. And when we sought union with it, its union
Was not for its seeker, except wakefulness and parting.

4. Its mouth was nothing but pebbles from a cloud,
And its branches in the eye were nothing but darkness.

5. And they said to my heart, "Stop longing for it and its dignity,"
Yet nothing led it except passionate love, its guide.

6. The ardently in love and the indifferent never meet,
Except a love-struck lad, and one who is smitten.