1. The house of pleasures, O my basil, burned down
And its owners fled and settled on the roads

2. Do not ask me who the culprit is, although
The girl of dreams, her Master is He who drowned

3. She said they burned her reputation by betrayal
And worry made her tearful eyes sleepless

4. So I said: If she was equitable she'd have protected her dignity
And no liver would be torn to shreds by her schemes