1. She has wicked, cruel brothers
Who ambushed us one dark night

2. In a place we often gathered, hidden
From the eyes of spies

3. They heaped me with insults and blame
And accused her of a vile crime

4. Then they moved to strike her and the ground
Shook at the horror of what I saw

5. I cried "My Lord, my Lord, help me!"
And pulled out my gun from behind me

6. Fear of death made them recoil
And they took away my beautiful beloved

7. If only I hadn't done it, death would be
Easier to bear than this agony of separation

8. She tasted death but once
While death is my daily bread