1. Who will bring me a gazelle whose cheeks are honey sweet
My tears have washed it while blood is my winding sheet

2. Within its cheeks I read love's tale for lovers' blood
Is shed in sacrifice while passions fiercely beat

3. Your sword-like glances in their sheaths, your eyes do rest
As though a sword were sheathed and put away from heat

4. But bare your blade and strike, for I have no defense
Whether you sheathe or strike, for me defeat is meet