1. With a gazelle I see upon his cheeks
The drops of his arrows from the blood of hearts

2. My soul yearns for those of tender cheeks
Whose roses are brightly blushing buds

3. They were dyed with the soul’s own hue and then heightened
With the blood of the slain without any guilt

4. Rather what came to them of commands
Was with a bowstring for which they were sought

5. The eyes wounded him so he took revenge on them
With an ardour in the hearts of persistent sorrows

6. None has equalled him in the perfection of meanings
The twin of beauty among the sons of Jacob