1. Who is this gazelle, whose glance bewitches,

    perfect in loveliness and grace?

  2. What is it with his eyes and glances,

    ceaselessly working toward my death?

  3. Ah, that rose upon his cheek—

    if only it were not impossible to pluck!

  4. To your heart I complain, my lord,

    of what my heart suffers from my own eyes.

Sol 6.1