1. I wasted the silver of his cheek with my reproach,
And scattered the pearls of his tears with my words.

2. A gazelle - I made its dwelling my heart, so I had
No sense left for hunting any other game before my yearning.

3. So it swaggered against me, dragging its tail
Between its pride in itself and my admiration.

4. So I swore that if I gained possession of his cheek,
I would stud its smoothness with my kisses.