1. Under the locks of hair a gazelle sways
Strutting in robes of coquetry, she plays

2. I yearn for the lament of bracelets that
Sigh on the branch of a slim form and chime

3. Ruby wine of lips is a draught
That gladdens a lovesick heart in painful time

4. I knew not before her lids' strike
That glances in the corners can wound and bite

5. Nay, nor before her waist had I seen
A thing whose flaw one praises and esteems

6. A fawn, her brow to her hair
To the rule of love I wake and sleep

7. I hint at the brilliant moon through her face
And its secret through her protected tooth I speak