O Sleeper on the bed that is the serpent with hoods! We are not [our] old selves. Neither are we women - with shining eyes [that have red] lines [and that are painted] with kohl - whom You desire. You stop [Your] comings to our village after dawn. Enduring [Your] falsehood for one day, seeing the red clothes, the brilliant face, the red ripe fruit[-like] lips