1. And a slave girl I have, whenever I visit her
I kiss her as a duty binding upon me

2. Yet she has not shown me a pure open mouth
So I could excuse it or a soft reddened cheek

3. But she rejects what I have grown accustomed to
And everyone insists on what he is used to

4. So my face is set towards a face she has each night
And day, when it comes, indeed that benefits me tomorrow

5. And my washing is not from mounting her, but from her scent
You see that from me renewed each day

6. And the rider does not lack from her his riding
Even if it is riding that does not result in birth

7. And here she is in her eighties, yet she does not refuse
The oaths of a toucher, his hand