1. With a gait like a shy gazelle, so elegant
Her swaying figure nearly bends from gentleness

2. I wished for her presence, in a garden amidst meadows
Where the soft breeze makes the branches sway

3. But she turned away and said “Why has your nature grown cold?
What gardens do you still seek, after I have appeared?”

4. “My paradise, sugar-cane, the trellises and dew
Its leaves, the cypress, the curves and the supple boughs

5. Its presence, the breeze, the ripples and the song
Its narcissus, the flowers, myrtle and roses

6. My clothes, my scarves, my prosperity and comforts
My earrings, my jewelry, frills and necklace

7. My face, my saliva, my breasts and my talk
My glance, my lips, my locks and my cheeks

8. When I smile with the brilliance of beauty
No sadness is concealed, no beauty appears”