1. Nothing saddens my soul in this life but a horde,
There's no good in them, nay their evil spreads.

2. Their consciences died, full of selfishness,
Never to revive, until they decay and fade.

3. Their morals are bad, if morals they have,
Except greed, preferring self, and voracity.

4. When they see the image of a shining coin,
They all bow down prostrate, to their chins.

5. They swore they do not associate with Him,
Wretched is the god, the folk and the oath.