1. And my gazelle—his glances summoned me to war;

    far, far beyond me was escape from those glances.

  2. He came forth to wage war on one maddened by love,

    with only his glance for an arrow, his veil for a supple coat of mail.

  3. When I let my gaze roam, I made his cheek bleed;

    he made my heart bleed—and wounds are requited in kind.

Sol 5.6