1. And maidens complain of desertion, as their hips complained
When they rose from the place where they had sat.

2. And they show you the tents of the hated tyrant,
And the abodes where the cattle spend the night.

3. When they moan, and languor takes hold of my bosom,
From the eyes of those who conquer hearts, their languor.

4. Pleasant were the nights of union, when they resembled
Gardens, in their beauty and freshness.

5. And I turned from those well-spread carpets in chastity,
For saliva is wine, and kisses the sores.