1. I was at a loss in drawing that hastened its time,
For us a resident, nothing but pauses,

2. In the evening she said, he praised our secret,
And your secret is like tears pouring down,

3. I said to her I see in you an intention,
Deviating when we approach the dissenter,

4. When we paused, the delicate ones wandered around her,
Like white necked gazelles, pure and chaste,

5. With slender hips, and long elegant necks,
Heavy in their sides, high in their humps,

6. They roam around her like the trained beasts,
Coming toward us, shy when they see the separator,

7. And she came followed by her friends, between disapprover
Of our stance, if only he could and a knower,