1. I asked some adulterers about honor
They said there is none, he said on the brink

2. And that every raging woman
Isn't the meem next to the alef

3. O carrier of the two turbans, your head is from
Your wedding night in its slipper so don't worry

4. You left her a fattened ewe
And you, o billy goat, are low on fodder

5. Walk gently, he-goats except you, you are on
And deposit the despicable seed in