Where is the stuttering boy, where has he gone,
     gazelle perfumed with pure myrrh and frankincense ?
The moon has concealed the light of the stars -
     the graceful beloved conceals the light of the moon !
He chirped with soft speech and relied upon
     Him who gave voice to the turtle-dove and swallow at their time.
The letter 'r' cannot hope for union with him, nor can I:
     Avoidance includes us both and makes us equal in misfortune !
When I am alone, I write 'r' on the palm of my hand,
     I weep lamenting, and so does the letter 'r'.