One night there was a gathering in my alley

People of all kinds were assembled there

As the minstrel's voice came from the alley

The cries of the lovers reached the sky

A fairy-faced one was my beloved

I said to her, oh my beautiful doll

Why don't you come to the gathering with friends

To brighten our assembly like a candle?

I heard the silver-bodied tall one

Who was going and saying to herself

I do not have the beard of men in my grasp

It is not manly to sit among men

Do not seek a more disgraceful one than that effeminate

Whose face becomes black before his beard

One must flee from that unchaste one

Whose unmanliness disgraced men

The boy who sits among the rough ones

Tell his father to wash his hands of his blessings

Do not grieve for his loss and death

Who died unworthy before his father