1. How can I forget your sorrowful love?
You have beauty, and people have hearts.

2. How often you have picked me, while the lover stays with desire,
Even if he cannot find a beloved.

3. Comfort was hoped for if it were other than me
And besides you the lover and the beloved.

4. I wonder at my people of your tall, slender stature,
Harsh yet it is said to be gentle.

5. And thus is beauty - all in existence
Are its subjects, and it is a stranger among them.

6. Your black eyes have robbed me of sleep,
And their actions are sweet and pure.

7. O brother of the gazelle, thus it is good to be robbed
When seized by the dispossessed.

8. And o brother of the branch, you have no bareness,
And o brother of the moon, no setting calls you.