1. A maiden with sweet dimples I found
In a spot made for lovers to gather around

2. I thrust my sword hilt-deep into her face
With my heart a-flutter in passionate embrace

3. She fell like a stricken doe pierced by the lead
Of an archer in hurry with violence misled

4. Grief for her shall slay me in time, I fear
Alas, what use is there in wasting my tears