1. I stand free in the sanctuary, yet I'm a captive
My heart is a captive of the smooth cheek

2. I weep, and my weeping heart is very patient
Tears pouring on the gazelle's back are plenty

3. Brama's relaxation, and roaring lions
So there are young camels meeting and neighing

4. Lamps of light with bright cheeks their strongholds
With bright stars' light that emitted light from it

5. And white and brown, below them are litters
Made of white and brown leather and fences

6. Strongholds of gazelles fortified with gazelle shrubs not plains so are those really strongholds
And I have images in a turbulent sea its domes

7. Surrounded by a sea that’s how the images are
They shook supple well-fed as if they are

8. Branches on the fertile body that bears fruit
Braids of pretty one who plaited with chaste young men

9. As if they are eagles above the steeds