Was it the tears of love she cried or of shame,
The day he left her and ended their lustful game.
She felt heartbroken for the love she lost,
Or were they tears of shame her lustful life brought.

Thinking about her parents who would be defamed,
And all the pleasures that would end with the lustful play.
Was she heartbroken in tears or in defamation,
She couldn't picture what would people say to her.

O adultery, thou art the blissful crime of the ignorant,
The moments spent together on bed and everywhere.
What good can adultery breed out of lustful pleasures,
Was she shattered over the thought of being left alone.

Or the cries were of the pain she would have to bear,
After the end of the lustful story.
O adultery, thou art a bliss to youthful beauties,
But in the end, you leave the body in disgust.

Breeding nothing but stench that arises from lustful pleasures,
Was it loss of love that made her cry or loss of pleasures.
The soul knows what truth the heart and mind hide,
A life of misery twin shall live, sans love.

Only memories that shall haunt the two,
Will be lust devoid of love.
Only if they could see the virtue in piety,
And stay away from vain desires.

They would truly know the difference,
Between tears shed in love and lust.