عَشِقت غَزالاً يُحبّ النّفار

وَيَعشَقُ أنِّي لِقَتلي أُساقْ

I fell for a gazelle who loves to run away

And loves that I’m led to my slaughter

يَسوقُ الغَرامَ إِلى مُهجَتي

وَكَم لِلغَرامِ بِقَلبي مساق

Who leads this passion to my innermost being

And how much has this passion penetrated my heart