1. O fair maiden,
O chaste pearl,

2. Why are your eyelids so sleepy,
And your cheeks so alluring?

3. They are but remnants of your mother,
With her soft, tender lips.

4. You resembled her in grace,
And her drooping eyelid,

5. Her heavy hip,
And slim waist.

6. So emulate her in love,
And entrust yourself to the Lord,

7. For time has passed,
And age has worn on her.

8. O flower of the eye,
O melody of the ear,

9. O child in appearance,
O gentle lady in character.

10. Let not passion seize you,
For it is but darkness.