1. They see death below me, if they see me,
And a swarm of flies forms rows on his fangs.

2. Among the forbidden ones in the cave of Tuwd
Is that which the unclean may not approach.

3. The lynx refused to tread its sanctuary,
Nor do the wolves range freely in it.

4. As though the blood of a prince is on its villages,
And its crevices are smeared with tar.

5. Whenever it makes loud cries, it displays
A tongue, below which death has built.

6. Its days it spends in sleep and slumber,
And its outings are at dawn and dusk.

7. When the night clothes it in its darkness,
It creeps blindly, the cliffs scream at it.

8. As though a locust hovered over it,
And the seeds scattered from it.

9. Whenever it glances at someone,
For him there is no returning to life.