1. O you who stand alone among the noble in
Generosity and conveying joy to a friend,

2. I complain to you of the love of a gazelle whose
Eyes in her face are seducing and beautiful,

3. Curly-haired, she has mastered decorum
And every quality the best in all creation.

4. Of the folk of Jesus, when her fingertips
Touch, dead love comes alive after buried.

5. One day I looked at her until when she looked
Her eyes cast agony into my soul,

6. So my ransom, o succor of one who cries out,
Will you adorn my neck with favors if

7. My purpose succeeds for the passionate one, be a brother,
Or not, for I am brother to patience, the beautiful.