1. Your cheeks are roses, I see them though you hide,
O sun, did God create you to obscure your light?

2. He raised you up that your splendor might shine on me,
None of his works conceal their beauty from my sight.

3. Roses wither in the meadow, how then can your cheeks fade?
The gazelle displays her gaze, why then veil your eyes?

4. Dawn opens to the dew, how can you hide your face?
What harm if I behold you and praise your grace?