1. With a Babylonian glance, sweet of glance,
In his cheek the rose that does not fade,

2. With his thin waist, my love for him weighs heavy,
And his waist is like mine, slender,

3. My eyes invite me to his cheek,
With a kiss, though how to reach it,

4. He said, "I won't kiss, for the law does not
Judge in it if the acceptance is conditioned."

5. And he in this wandering, I do not dissuade
Myself from him with what he says in refusal.