1. When the gazelle turned her neck aside
I saw reproach in your glance, though I know not why.

2. I am not to blame, though I feel repentant
As though I had sinned.

3. I did not even glance at you,
Yet your eyes brimmed over with tears like stars.

4. And when my own tears flow
At life's troubles, I think of you and grieve anew.