1. On his cheek, there is musk emanating from him, exhilarating,
And on his face, there is musk from him, pleasurable.

2. As if the bending of his neck is a bough of an acacia tree,
Upon it, resembling hair, intensely black, thriving.

3. Come, convey from me the stories of her love,
In it, the elders never healed fully, always yearning.

4. And many a night I have spent intoxicated with love for her,
My graying hair pulled the strings taut within me, flourishing.

5. Why seize in it the pleasures and youth,
When the elders have been promised seizing, withering.