1. Her tears dragged through my soul
And loosened from the wind its chains

2. The people of the palace doll's shrine
Acted out for me her idol

3. A mole assumes the cheek of a girl
My eyes think it her mole

4. By the Lord of the lady there wearing earrings
She intended to deafen the sound of her anklets

5. And I did not expect the soul of the slain
With your eyes to love his killer