1. In my love for that gazelle's glance,
are tales of passion killed by arrows.

2. A branch I watered with my tears, yet
when it bent, bore only boredom's fruit.

3. I gave it rubies of my tears, but
its smile refuses to glisten at all.

4. For three days since its bath,
it's had braids, redolent of musk.

5. I said, my night vigil for its glances,
"Oh my wakefulness on those long nights!"