1. My youth has no end, no conclusion,
O beloved, my passion for you has no limits,

2. In every neighborhood a victim of your love, so many
Have been slain by your glance, though living on.

3. A gazelle with a Turkish bend, eyes of India,
In each of my limbs from you are wounds.

4. The slimness of a spear from his flexing, yet for him
Are arrows of glances that pierce lovers.

5. Long has he been indifferent to me, so I said to him
O gazelle, you lack a gazelle's awareness.