A gentle old man in Baghdad

Gave the little girl to a shoemaker

The cruel man bit so hard

That blood dripped from the girl's lip

In the morning, the father saw her thus

Went to the son-in-law and asked him

O wretched one, what kind of teeth are these?

How much do you bite her lip? It's not a sack

I did not say this in jest

Leave the jest and take the seriousness from it

A bad habit in a nature that has settled

Will not be relinquished except at the time of death