1. When the gazelle tilted her neck and turned away
I saw reproach in your glance in that moment

2. Yet I knew not what the reproach was, nor was I guilty
Except that I was feeling the garment of a penitent

3. And your eyes glanced at me not with a look
That drew away without tears like falling stars

4. Truly I summon grief and weeping through you
When my tears overflow at some misfortunes