1. Tell the gazelle in the path of affliction,
You have tormented my heart and torn my breath,

2. With the beauty of your face, O matchless one,
Do not gloat over people about me, O finest of people,

3. This is my book for when my patience diminished,
I complain to you my youth and my anxieties,

4. My heart continues to dictate what my hand sketches
Until my pens and paper wept for me.