1. With unkempt hair weeping endlessly
After the wailing of the bereaved mother

2. For the son of the daughter of the Chosen One
And the son of the cousin of the Excellent Chosen One

3. Poison did not flow to his like
On earth, from a snake or a sand viper

4. Whenever its fire was kindled for him
He would lift it with the killer master

5. So that a suffering, destitute person would see it
Or an individual whose tribe was not empty

6. He would boil the sons of flesh until when
He sufficiently cooked, he did not overcook for the eater

7. I mean the one whose loss
We surrendered to the extracting, vanishing time