1. With a greeting of peace, from the monastery near the sanctuary,
Gazelles show you the sun in the form of red wine.

2. So I observe the revolving heavens and serve in devotion,
And guard a garden in spring, thriving and teeming.

3. For a time I’m called the shepherd of gazelles in the meadow,
And for a time I’m called a monk and astrologer.

4. My beloved has become threefold, though she was one,
As they made the idols, in their essence, idols.

5. So do not, my friend, deny the words of a gazelle
Who gives light to fawns wandering in the red meadow.

6. For the gazelle there are meadows, for the sun there are faces,
And for the white idol, a breast and wrist.

7. Just as we have given the branches clothes,
And to the garden, dispositions, and to lightning, a smile.