1. A page of faces stuck with me
I watch scratches on it and wounds

2. The singers encounter me with melodies
So I recall amatory verses and yearning

3. Sometimes I am forbearing when facing it
Other times I am calm and sometimes frolicsome

4. What pleases me about them is that I don’t see
A lover of my heart or I see one near

5. They captivated me with men’s words and it was good for me
Their neighbourhood while they didn’t speak and I didn’t see goodness

6. So I deposited in them what God deposited in my affections
Garments I knitted, none diminishing pockets

7. Shortening around their feet and heads
And filling abdomens for them and chests

8. If stripped of it, its flaws were naked
And if clothed, it didn’t conceal flaws