QASIDA OF THE TEMPTRESS

They all desire you but none of them love you.
No one can love you, you serpent,
for you are bereft of love,
you are as dry as dried straw
and you bear no fruit.
You have a soul like the skin of old men.
Face it. You can do little more
than inflame the hands of men, and seduce
them with the promise of your body.
But cheer up. In this profession of desire
there is none like you to feign innocence
and to beguile with those immense eyes.