1. And a woman peering at me from her veil
Looks at me with a suspicious glance

2. I removed her mask and there was an old woman
Her separation was evident from the dye

3. She kept staring at me for a long time
And the conversations of passion distracted me

4. She was trying to resurrect Abu Nuwas
Without his resurrection, the crowning of old age

5. She came with her saddlebag to hoard in it
And left while her saddlebag was empty

6. When will the old woman recover if she seeks help
From a bed that cannot hold up to youth

7. It twisted and both sides of it bent
Like the shape of the letter dal in script