1. I did not forget him with his bow in hand
Shooting a gazelle the same as him completely infatuated

2. And running opens above his cheeks
A rose filling its pink with sweat

3. And he shot with two eyelids and a hand
Slaughtering the gazelle and a heart from passion

4. By Allah, I do not know, and after they pierced
Whether he hit deliberately or as coincidence willed