He says his hair stinks of the tavern, which is no pleasure for a king that hath only to choose sweet bodies, skins of satin refreshed in baths of perfumes, and hands of great ladies amorous, which is far better, saith he, than a wild sow, come hardly washed from the arms of a drunken trooper.
Ileek tabernako lurrina dutela diotso, hori ez dela errege baten atsegin modua, aukeran edukita gorputz txairo, bainu lurrintsuetan hezeturiko satinezko azalak, dama amorosen eskuak, diotso, soldadu mozkorren baten besoetatik irtenda garbitu barik dagoen zoro zikin batek baino gehiago balio dutenak.