1. Alas! He who wears the garment of war will never be gentle, even with a greeting.
Exposing lovers with his glance, the ambassador looked towards the station of his arrows.

2. A moon, I plucked roses at the start of his bloom,
And passion was harvested in me at its peak.

3. I knew him since he used to be fond of his cradle,
And I suckled the breast of his love before he was weaned.

4. Helping my matter was a kiss that sealed it,
And my life standing straight embraced the branch of its pillar.

5. A longing one whom love took his patience,
And his youthfulness raided his dreams.

6. Love seized him with its right and its left,
And assassinated him from behind and in front of him.