The Abandonment

To those who 've proved love's joy, and now afflicted mourn,
Except the helpful 'horse of palm', no other strength remains.
To those who after enjoyment of sexual pleasure suffer (for want of more), there is
no help so efficient
as the palmyra horse.
My body and my soul, that can no more endure,
Will lay reserve aside, and mount the 'horse of palm'.
Having got rid of shame, the suffering body and soul save themselves on the
palmyra horse.
I once retained reserve and seemly manliness;
To-day I nought possess but lovers' 'horse of palm'.
Modesty and manliness were once my own; now, my own is the palmyra horse that
is ridden by the
lustful.
Love's rushing tide will sweep away the raft
Of seemly manliness and shame combined.
The raft of modesty and manliness, is, alas, carried-off by the strong current of lust.
The maid that slender armlets wears, like flowers entwined,
Has brought me 'horse of palm,' and pangs of eventide!
She with the small garland-like bracelets has given me the palmyra horse and the
sorrow that is
endured at night.
Of climbing 'horse of palm' in midnight hour, I think;
My eyes know no repose for that same simple maid.
Mine eyes will not close in sleep on your mistress's account; even at midnight will I
think of mounting
the palmyra horse.
There's nought of greater worth than woman's long-enduring soul,
Who, vexed by love like ocean waves, climbs not the 'horse of palm'.
There is nothing so noble as the womanly nature that would not ride the palmyra
horse, though
plunged a sea of lust.
In virtue hard to move, yet very tender, too, are we;
Love deems not so, would rend the veil, and court publicity!
Even the Lust (of women) transgresses its secrecy and appears in public, forgetting

that they are too

chaste and liberal (to be overcome by it).