1. Do not marry, after me, a tigress of a wife
All wrapped up against her mate’s affections,

2. A woman pale and passionate when parted,
Yet ardent in the verdure and the night.

3. Her kisses leave upon her chosen’s mouth
A brand as though he’d kissed hot copper rods.

4. I've linked my soul with misfortune by the lip
Of her sweet spring, and drunk down bitterness.

5. Nor did I rest until God parted us -
Praise be to Him for that, despite her blows!

6. Thrice nightly she renews the hellish torment,
At dusk assailing me, at dawn away.