My eyes are sorrowful at the beauty of yours, |
the eyes of a gazelle in flight. |
Be kind to your beloved, and gentle; |
be not unjust. |
Your eyes reveal your intentions, |
your doubts visible in the eyelashes and corners— |
let them sway you not, |
for I hold you in my heart, above all others. |
Be gentle with my love |
when you come to me. |
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