1. O you who sold me to one whose ambition's broker
Appraised me in the market of his company,

2. And she to whom I revealed, from my innermost thoughts,
The like of what he had folded up inside his wrap;

3. I have a singing-girl, a wild doe, caught by my huntsmen
When she came into view in a garden of riches;

4. She has a song that makes the heart quiver with delight
If her vocalizations quiver in the raiment of her melody;

5. And she who, when we were made equal in our stations,
Approached us with a wind like her own cheek's softness;

6. She turns it about, while on the cheeks of her goblets
Is a dewdrop like that which turned on her cheek;

7. While we are in a meadow-like sitting place, not unlike her veil,
I compare it only to her cloak;

8. Narcissi surround it, their fragrances sweet Nothing suits it but the sister of her musk's delicacy;
Aim for an outing spot from which stretches to us

9. The blossoms of pleasance from the garden of its rising;
So time makes clear, then urges on the traveler, diligent,

10. May you overtake it in the prime of its adornment!