1. Many a full moon I embraced slender of waist,
And kissed a gazelle with cheeks of rose so chaste,

2. In meadows I dispelled my cares and sadness,
And joy I drank from the pure spring of friendship graced.

3. A time when love unbroken I was blessed to taste,
With one whose knot of curls my hand fondly traced.

4. My father! The cushions' pain he bore in silence,
And sipped the bitter cup unveiled by fate morose,

5. His hair turned white, his form bent low in cadence,
Like rod weighed down by coat of mail threadbare from blows.

6. His cheeks he cast on dusty cheeks conferring,
My soul and senses in confusion he did toss.

7. In his eyelids slumbered swords as thunder stirring,
And lightning in his glance flashed bright beyond all bounds.