1. The mixture with which we bond
And beneath the beauty, desire swelled

2. Without her joints turning yellow
Soft yet her grip tears

3. She may neglect propriety in ecstasy
Or in herself become senseless

4. I empty her bed for her when
In the lap of her groom the chasm widened

5. Without hating her I
But that is just my nature, my trait

6. I'm no leech with a belly
That eats his fill then latches on

7. Her groom grew weary of his bed
Wishing the young bulls would break loose

8. He remains denying the newborn
On the heel of the pot, shy, crushed

9. No horse said to have passed by
Steeds of integrity and graceful gazelles

10. Either by status among kings
Or in the shade of the fluttering banners

11. You find at their pounding
One who dons an impenetrable coat of armor

12. Stallions exhausted near him
When sweat drenches his saddlecloth