1. Tomorrow he departs, bringing love near while he is downcast,
And how much effort does love accept while it is discontent?

2. Its union left us while it was just,
And its separation settled upon us while it was unfair.

3. It deceives me with the full moon about it, my intimates,
And about its like with the full moon, how can I deceive?

4. A gazelle spends the night with yearning in the night of its repulsion,
It hides, confused, while it is a wandering, searching lover.

5. Its promises in love are not faithful,
And how can the promises of a lover be fulfilled?

6. It sends down to us the glances of a flirtatious one,
For them, every day the hand of magic produces a mapped out land.