Fraught with disgrace are the sweet words Of jeweled women who desire wealth, not love. See through and avoid the immoral women Who talk of morals with a purpose. A harlot’s false embrace for money is like one hired To clasp an alien corpse in a dark room. The wise who treasure grace desire not the false charms Of those who treasure wealth. Sensible men of lofty wisdom will find no joy In the cheap delight of public women. Those who would spread their own good will not touch Others who spread their charms for money. The empty-hearted alone will embrace The hearts that go not with their bodies. Only those who can’t see through a false woman’s embrace Consider her to be an angel. The soft arms of those who sell their charm Are a hell that plunge the base. Fortune leaves those whose associates are Treacherous women, wine and dice.