1. O director of the temple in the soft cheek,
And beautifier of magic with the kohl eyelid,

2. Is there for a sad, gloomy one a kiss
From you that would heal the heat of agony?

3. And that is little, except that it
Is not like you in my view a little.

4. By my father I sing, Oh weakness,
With a song that shortened the long night.

5. O people of hunters return my horse
This is only done by the humiliated one.