1. Who can I turn to, to heal my ache,
For the languid-eyed beauty I'm dying to take,

2. A gazelle has enthralled me, his charm a fine stake,
Neither a pledge nor rights did our bond ever make.

3. A moon with the hearts of the lovelorn at wake,
A fawn who for yearning lovers will break,

4. For him did people in clusters partake,
Yet his gaze's arrows all reason forsake.

5. The fairest maids wrote of him, for his sake
A mercy indeed for the lover, the ache,

6. Rise, and pour me some wine, make my heartache quake,
Sing his beauty aloud, don't make my soul shake

7. Whisper again in my ear, you were spared heartbreak,
Who can I turn to, to heal my ache.