1. Their buttocks still sway seductively
Or knees that clash with my forehead

2. If you came to them while alone and distracted
You would hear bells ringing, arts being perfected

3. Beating on tambourines makes their thighs quiver
Their breaths are melodies and moans

4. Sighs of leather sacks and hammering sounds
As if your home were a blacksmiths' shop

5. A bell calling the heedless to fornication
Crying out at night, oh slumbering fig trees

6. By God, the women of Khalid have surpassed
All harlots in licentiousness and immorality