1. The breeze passed over the swaying branches
Carrying from them a scent of sweet perfume

2. She is a gazelle with seducing glances that felled
A lion who now unwanted by her became

3. With the blood she shed of this love-torn man
And the torment she savored in the pain of longing

4. Was not the beauty of Joseph deposited in her
Or did she not stir passion in my heart like Jacob's