On the plain, between the ban-tree and the mountain,
a white gazelle-fawn
Has found it licit in forbidden months
to shed my blood.
With the two eyes of a wild calf
fate shot a lion.
O [gazelle] that dwells on the plain,
[slay the lion] that dwells in the thicket!
When [the gazelle-fawn] gazed [upon me],
my soul spoke saying:
'Alas, your side has been struck
by a well-aimed arrow.
I denied [my soul] and hid the arrow
in my liver/heart.
For me, the wounds of lovers
cause no pain.
You have been endowed/blessed with the most generous
of human virtues,
If you are one who seeks excuses for
the sins of others.
O you who blame me for this love,
though love is fate,
If passion had so emaciated you, you would not
have blamed and censured [me].
You have lent me your ear,
but it is unaware;
For often, though a man can hear,
his heart is deaf.
O you with drowsy eye, you've never