1. I have none but the breeze as messenger
Telling tales of passion and saying:

2. Without your nearness wide are the folds
White are the roses and stallions neighing

3. All of me unto you is a wounded gazelle
Unceasing though the suffering assail

4. Days of your company if sold would be
For my blood, and that for your love is small

5. If my arms fall short of reaching for you
In sorrow for you then would be prolonged

6. Your beauty has filled hearts so no refuge
Except in passion for you one is killed

7. Whensoever your name passes my lips
Between ribs a burning ache travels

8. They named you of perfect stature knowing
None can equal your beauty among all

9. With my love your handsome form and sweet lips
Rapture of honey and wine in a bowl

10. They hid you from me, the gloating ones, not knowing
For gazelles your meadows are refuge and rest

11. And finding you the utmost I desire
To parting they brought a seller of naught but sorrow