I shall not die for thee,
O woman yonder, of body like a swan.
Silly people [were they] thou hast ever slain.
They and myself are not the same.
Why should I go to die
For the red lip, for the teeth like blossoms?
The gentle figure, the breast like a swan,
Is it for them I myself should die?
The pointed (?) breasts, the fresh skin;
The scarlet cheeks, the undulating cool[*];
Indeed, then, I shall not die
For them, may it please God.
Thy narrow brows, thy tresses like gold,
Thy chaste secret, thy languid voice,
Thy heel round, thy calf smooth.
They shall slay none but a silly person.
Thy delightful mien, thy free spirit,
Thy thin palm, thy side like foam,
Thy blue eye, thy white throat! --
I shall not die for thee.
O woman of body like a swan,
I was nurtured by a cunning man,
O thin palm, O white bosom --
I shall not die for thee.