1. Do not suppose the pleasure palaces of Iraq,
Nor its slender-waisted lovelies with eyes like gazelles,

2. Languorous as they recline at dawn's break to rest,
Languid with drowsiness in the arcades;

3. Little the wild deer cares for the network snare.
Nor have I in my soul met with compassion,

4. And my feet and my legs encounter not
Care for me nor guard against peril-

5. A girl of the common people of the market stalls,
Clad for her master in gossamer thin silks.

6. To her what remains of her garments is hateful.
She feeds out of the purse of a fanciful, extravagant man,

7. Certain that, should he pass away in hypocrisy,
Parting with him would be easy for her.

8. She laughs loudly in the face of a rascally dotard,
Bobbing like a float that danced about wildly in the sea.