1. Shy as virgins, they take refuge in the sorrow of passion and its raging,
I surprised her, weak and pliant, between the valley and its hill.

2. The meadow has grown old, its plants are withered,
Its youth cloaked in white hair.

3. The clouds weep with mercy for their loved ones,
And lightning laughs with joy at its flash.

4. With the clamor of thunder and heavy rain,
The seer finds peace in its turmoil.

5. Her beauty and excellence of character
Make description of her unnecessary, and trial.

6. The slender waisted one has become hostile in his running away
So the death of the gazelles was in their leaping.

7. One of shrewdness and insight trained him
And excelled in his training.

8. So I hunted a gazelle whose heart to me
Was sweeter than wine and its fragrance,

9. Or a kiss from one who showed me his cheek,
I took it from him against his will.