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The Results of Sin. 
 
 
 
IX. 
 
The Hakim1 
 
 
Thy breast smells of all the jasmine in Iran, Ha-
bib, just as thy podex has the essence of all its 
roses.  But it is too much like the bosom of a wom-
an.  Though thy buttocks are like nargis, they are 
no longer firm. 
This is because thou lingerest in bawdy talk in 
taverns, drinking forbidden liquors ;  because thou 
dalliest all day with that camel-backed monocular 
from Nubia. 
He serveth thee without remission from the 
Wolf’s Tail2 to the Evening Star, O thou eaten up 
with beastliness !  and for this thou forgettest the 
manly games of youth.  When I first had thee, thou 
wast like a young deer, bounding over the grassy 
plains ;  now thou waddlest like a gravid she-
ass.  Puffy are thy cheeks and bloated, just as if 
the moon were turned by a sorcerer into putrid 
cheese.3 
Fie !  thou art surely bewitched by this ugly fel-
low, with his lips like rotten bananas.4  Because he 
has a member like an ass, why shouldest thou be 
in conduct like a mule ?  I shall annoint myself 
with camel’s dung5 and drink many decoction of 
chob-chini,6 since nothing appeases thee but male 
vigour. 
Alas !  thou carest no more for riding, but only 
for tippling ;  Firdausi6 pleases thee not, nor the 
Ghazals of thine El Qahar.7  Thou art but an hog 
wallowing in Nubian mire ;  thou art fat ;  thou 
stinkest ;  thy voice is getting like a jackal’s, while 
thy podex is no more elastic than a ten year old