1. Leave me be, people and their blames,
And feel the daughter of generosity with the conscious one.

2. And cry over what is lost of it, but do not
Cry over a quarter with utensils.

3. You are a wine for it that makes profit
In both ease and insolvency.

4. A basil from the hand of a basil
That blooms over the good and the ugly.

5. He almost gives me the fruit of his saliva
If not for people watching over.

6. And a night I had fun for its own sake
With a dark-skinned and bent measuring tool.

7. We take some of Karkhiya’s blond
Weighing it in measurement with a scale.

8. I drink from his saliva once
And another time from the cup’s leftovers.

9. When will he say something drunk
With which the idea of obsession speaks?

10. Until he bent like the paralysis of passion
And sleep hugged my sitting companion.

11. He pulled down his pants for me
After I appealed to the desperate one.

12. So I got what he was stingy about consciously
While my heart was violent and harsh from me.

13. There is no good in pleasures unless
Its companion has a bare head.