⁶     I opened for my love, but he had turned away and was gone.
        He’d left, and my heart sank.
    I looked for him, but I did not see him.
        I called out to him, but he did not answer.

⁷     The watchmen found me
        as they made their rounds in the city.
    They beat me, they left bruises on my skin,
        and they took away my veil, those watchmen on the walls.

²     I will get up now and search the city,
        wander up and down streets and plazas;
    I will look for my soul’s true love.
        I searched for him, but I could not find him.

³     The watchmen found me as they kept watch on the silent city.
        “Have you seen my soul’s true love?” I asked.