1. A gazelle prayed beside me,
Wounding with a glance, then despairing.

2. If the full moon is obscured by darkness,
The magic of his eyes cannot be measured.

3. Eyes turn from him, radiant with light,
So each glance of his is a theft.

4. In his beauty people are infatuated,
Some became passionate, some pensive.

5. If he takes my heart by storm,
Then my cheek has its requital on his.

6. A flirt, but difficult - so I was amazed
By a coquetry with pride underneath.

7. Each union with him is a promise,
And each promise from him is despair.

8. O magic of a glance, beauty of face,
The moon borrows from his light.

9. By that look some died,
By those roses others picked.

10. I won't forget the prayer of a day
When people envied its intimacy.

11. My eyes were seduced by a gazelle of company
In its voluntary prayer - was I heedless of me?

12. I don't know, though I did know,
Was that gathering or solitude?