1. O gazelle, the lions have captured her beauty
And we see the hunters hunting her down

2. Your glances have silenced hearts with their arrows
Neither coquetry nor grace could save her

3. So I was struck on the cheek by your glance
Is there no relief for the captives of your heart?

4. You have wounded the innermost heart with your eye's arrows
So leave my heart be, for wounds seek vengeance