1. The mother of autumn has knocked, and if
The fates strike down the people, autumn will knock

2. So o my burning liver, and that she
Fears the shaking of the stars is imminent

3. A group of people whom my heart in
Its prime loves, and a group

4. Of a suffering sorrowful man who remains while his heart
Is hostage to the cutting of friends

5. They endured if an evening
Blows south winds, and if lightening flashes for them

6. As if the surplus tracings when they made it
An ornament on the beautiful skin, a bite

7. And in them from the luck of women a she-camel
That almost flies above the clouds

8. Passionate so as for the chubbiness of their bottoms
It's tempting, and as for their waist it's slim