1. Alas! If only I knew, will you be like her,
Betraying the pact, having no lover,

2. But to that beauty is a refined nature,
Never would a refined nature betray the pact.

3. O sun of a land whose radiance never sets,
Alas! How will I be when hidden from me?

4. You entered walking gently, shyly glancing,
Where in the gazelle is cunning ever poured?

5. Where in the gazelle is the stature of a flagon?
Where in the gazelle are hips concealed?