1. A self-conceited youth, his youthfulness deceived him,
She was captivated when his first down sprouted.

2. Passions surged in him while his beard grew,
If only his companions had told her,

3. About him, a truthful, eloquent account,
That his spittle keeps dripping while he sleeps,

4. His clothes are patched up as he rushes to leave,
Tattered are his clothes, ripped up and torn.

5. Powerless are his fangs against sweetmeats,
Fearful of gardens is his startled steed,

6. Whose saddle drums out a yellowish squeak
Whenever he whinnies, it's just a rebuke,

7. And the jingle of departure then starts to recede.