Sol 6

  1. A valley fed by lovers’ tears;

    For one slain on its bank, there is no rescuer.

  2. Its birds answer the moaning back and forth,

    Telling you how hearts are torn apart.

  3. O you who walk in beauty as though safe,

    Casting glances through that valley:

  4. Beware the eyes of its gazelles;

    They have struck even lions as foes.

  5. Eyes there are deadly, and the necks

    Are white and languid; the gazelles are assailants.

  6. Some among the gazers are more fortunate, yet those gazelles

    With their graceful forms are guarded by spears.

  7. I am a man who has always feared their power,

    Yet despite my caution, my heart was stolen.

  8. O tree of the valley, your shade is abundant;

    Who will let me make your two side locks my pillow?

Sol 6