1. To overlook naphtha getting onto one’s clothes—

    that was never once in my reckoning.

  2. To me, the young page does not hold

    the value of two threads from my clothes.

  3. O Lord, whoever instituted this custom,

    give him a double measure of torment

  4. in the depths of a red-hot cauldron, wherein dwell

    none but sons of the clitoris and whores.

  5. May that cauldron do to his Mahri flesh

    what glowing embers do to kebab.

  6. For the cauldron, to my mind, is a breed apart from anyone

    who would ordain this even for dogs.

Sol 5.6