1. Alas! He whom I loved was stingy with his affection,
And after that estranged me with his coldness.

2. So after love there was sorrow, for he
Is miserly with me, withholding even a greeting.

3. His beauty and grace invited me,
The magic in his eyes, the mole on his cheek,

4. Like the mole on the cheek of a graceful gazelle,
With rosewater flowing beneath that mole.

5. Yet never did I see one like me become slave to one like him,
Nor one like him harm his slave in such a way.