كَأَنَّ قَطاتَها كَردُوسُ فَحلٍ

مُقلَّصَةٌ عَلى سَاقي ظلِيمِ

Her cats are like the swollen testicles of a rutting stallion

Crouched on my sleek calves

إِذا ما سَوءَةٌ غَرَّاءُ ماتَت

أَتَيتَ بسَوءَةٍ أُخرى بهيمِ

When an impudent flirt dies

You fetch another, equally whorish

وَما تَنفَكُّ تُرحَضُ كُلَّ يَومٍ

مِن السَوءاتِ كَالطِفلِ النَهيمِ

And ceaselessly, day after day

You scurry after wenches like an infant suckling

أَكُلَّ الدَهرِ سَعيُكَ في تَبابٍ

تُناغي كُلَّ مُومِسَةٍ أَثيمِ

Your whole life you've bustled about on frivolous errands

Wooing every loose woman of ill repute