1. All our life is but deception,
So cease your blaming, cease!

2. I am like a lion in the thickets,
So leave me be in peace.

3. And she has cheeks so rosy red,
Whoever sees her is struck with dread.

4. What use is beauty in the hand
Of abject poverty outspread?

5. I am like a sword, my blade so keen
Caring not what blood is seen.

6. Beauty belongs to the gazelle
And to the antelope serene.