1. O sons of the wood gatherers
My war with your gazelle is my war

2. A war in the heart that saddened me
Her glances ignited by the flames

3. Her glances struck my liver
With arrows of wantonness

4. No shame drew near in this house
I sought refuge in the corners and curtains

5. Mankind is created from putrid clay
Yet God honoured him with gold

6. How can one whom no disgrace deters
Refrain from killing and robbing me