O daughter of Tsumba
if you go to town
go find my beloved and tell him
That i am sick with love
My beloved is a young stag
whose mandrakes give forth fragrance
Tell him money cant quench love
for love is strong
neither floods can\'t drown it
All wealth of his house
i don\'t care about all
Tell him to make haste
Tell him to be a gazelle
He used to sustain me with rasins
He used to refresh me with apple
For i am sick with love
o daughter of Tsumba
Tell him love is better than wine
and I can\'t bare to see
All maidens after him
o daughter of Tsumba
Tell him to burry the hatchet
I am know a changed being
dying because her lover left
Tell him to make haste