1. O gazelle in whom
are gathered perfections manifold

2. Whether close or distant
you dwell within my soul

3. For love of you I while away my days
And in devotion to you I'm sold

4. From youth's afflictions save me
Death encroaches, I've been told

5. Keep troth with me, for by God
I shall never renege or turn cold

6. Have mercy on a youth consumed by passion
Whose sorrows have taken their toll

7. His nights are anxiety, grief, illness and moaning
His sickness makes him weak, aged, and old

8. Love has wasted him till he is but
A ghost, a specter vague and untold

9. He is ravaged by yearning, his eyes
Are fountains with tears uncontrolled