1. My love for the tender gazelle is without blame
Our souls are sold and bought for him

2. My antelope with the charming wide eyes
I'm jealous of his cheeks from people's eyes

3. If only they were blind to his beauty's shape
So he wouldn't graze his roses and gardens

4. Except me to harvest his lily and lilac field
This is my creed and my cheek's religion and habit

5. And of my creed in love's law, I
Am jealous of the garden's roses for his sake