1. She passed by a garden's guard, so he said to her
As her protruding breasts became visible to the sight

2. What is it that I see, my soul your ransom, have
You stolen my pomegranates, your breasts, from my trees?

3. She smiled, then turning away said
Bending people like a delicate, tender branch

4. I represent these two, this garden bears them
Do not falsely claim, no, but they are my fruit.