1. O she of anklets that chime, do not act capriciously,
Bear with composure and go away,

2. Pass by, for how many like you, O free woman,
Are lovely and were not what I sought.

3. I do not crave a scent mixed with mentruation,
Nor do I hawk a gazelle in place of a rabbit.

4. I do not lust for menstruation or its people,
You are more delicious to me than a rabbit.

5. Rather if you were a youth compliant
To one like me, conforming to my taste,

6. I would not put my hand in the hole,
Fearing the snake and scorpion within.