1. I hung it up, and the sword was between me and it,
A gazelle, yet a slayer of the mighty.

2. Of the Turks - either its beauty allures,
Or its blade fells the bold warriors.

3. Zealous over the beauty that is its beauty,
As if the passionate lover were attached to it.

4. Oh, how I wonder, what is the state of a lover
Who threw himself into perilous predicaments?

5. No union except through the stolen glance
Of an onlooker during an inattentive moment unknown to him.

6. If only he knew, the one looking upon
His beauty would be met with dragging shackles.

7. I will be patient, or death will come, or it will be seen
To bend to a melting, wandering, crazed love.

8. And I consoled myself that it will soon dissipate
Her passion, and she will take on the ways of beasts.

9. For every beauty, its fate is to wither,
And every darkness will fade under the light.

10. Hair will soon cloud over his cheek
And he will remain in the darkness of adversities.