Here's another selection from Moses ibn Ezra, notable for it's sexually frank imagery and the "Love gone wrong" theme, in which it reminds me of the Blues music of my native Mississippi.
These rivers reveal for the world to see
The secret love concealed in me.
You who blame me, Ah! Be still.
My love's a stag who's learned to kill.
Arrogant, with stubborn will.
Passion has disheartened me --
Cruel of him to part from me.
A fawn is he with slender thighs.
The sun goes dark when it sees him rise.
Darts are flying from his eyes.
Stole my sleep away from me --
Altogether wasted me.
Never will I forget the night
We lay together in delight
Upon my bed till morning light.
All night he made love to me --
At his mouth he sucked me.
Charming even in deceit;
The fruit of his mouth is candy sweet.
Played me false, that little cheat!
Deceived me, then made fun of me --
I did him no wrong, but he wronged me.
One day when my eyes were filled to the brim
There came to my ears this little hymn,
So I sang my doleful song to him:
"How dear that boy is to me!
Maybe he'll come back to me."
These rivers reveal for the world to see
The secret love concealed in me.
My love's a stag who's learned to kill.
Arrogant, with stubborn will.
Passion has disheartened me --
Cruel of him to part from me.
The sun goes dark when it sees him rise.
Darts are flying from his eyes.
Stole my sleep away from me --
Altogether wasted me.
We lay together in delight
Upon my bed till morning light.
All night he made love to me --
At his mouth he sucked me.
The fruit of his mouth is candy sweet.
Played me false, that little cheat!
Deceived me, then made fun of me --
I did him no wrong, but he wronged me.
There came to my ears this little hymn,
So I sang my doleful song to him:
"How dear that boy is to me!
Maybe he'll come back to me."