1. I blamed you, mother of misfortune, so listen to me
And repay me for that, or leave me be

2. For you were never a lover to me one day
So to deceive me, you are closest in intimacy

3. I cursed you intensely, and we became confused
Both of us went in the garb of the eye's blindness

4. On the morals of the old woman her children tomorrow
For them is a stream of treachery gushing

5. When the forty are completed in perfection
Man has no intimate friend for the eye

6. And the deceits of women when they are fulfilled
To the authority of demise are like helpers