1. They see me as weak, most people find fault
With me, while people tend to blame a man,

2. Their women malign me, and my friends blame me too,
Each does the utmost that he can to hinder.

3. Yet we pursue the path the slanderers made,
Submissive, whatever way the matter ends.

4. If we should start a course till now untried,
We would be called, for what they say, iconoclasts.

5. But if the course was one men followed before,
Why do they talk of us, make divisions?

6. Is it right that a songstress never loved a knight,
Or that no men have loved and felt passion?

7. Who is the man, if I do as they command,
That frets on sleepless nights and tosses wakeful?

8. But she we're barred from joining, if she longs for us,
Will lie awake, when yearning comes, craving us.

9. We are wronged that their talk should bar our road,
All the charges they have levelled and attached.