1. You have shamed the buds with your lips,
O face of the night and dawn.

2. And your eyes have cast a spell,
Uttering from them pure words.

3. So for it is the darkest of complexions
That descended for lovers at dawn.

4. Oh what a lovesick, infatuated one,
Who saw the doves of the valley sing and take flight.

5. O she who leaned with her neck,
You have taught me how to throw this spear.

6. And you, O most fatal of his glances,
You have, by God, wounded my heart with gashes.