Translated by
Roy McDonald

With no real titillation,
the public denudation
in nightclub low and shameless
pretends that it is aimless.

The strippers six times nightly
remove their clothing brightly,
gyrating and cavorting
lubricity purporting,.

and think, overtly shocking
by taking off a stocking,
of prices that are rising,
of bunion agnosing;

projecting lust unlusting,
their busts and bottoms thrusting,
they sneer in dark frigidity
at masculine stupidity.

The customers feign boredom,
or loudly talk of whoredom
(triumphant in elation
at woman’s degradation).

Not aimless is this crudity:
the cruel game of nudity
betokens the perversion
of mutual aversion

that storms through every bower
with unacknowledged power.