1. The lightning in its fireplace has blown,
And the snow in the valleys' pockets blown.

2. The thunder has roared in its horizons,
As if it is crying from what afflicted it.

3. And the rainbow in its horizon,
As if they have set up a trap from it.

4. It has tied a high knot or built,
A bridge then it collapsed.

5. And the land is like a mattress, or this
Dough from above it has smeared.

6. No land remained whose plants have thrived,
Until it is covered then the arid returned.

7. And the valley has filled with its supply,
As if it is a waterskin from what swelled.

8. And the heavy rain has come to us with its terror,
No doubt, the downpour is of the gushing.

9. A sea of ability but,
From every eye to the valleys it pumped.

10. And its clouds open their doors,
And the lightning between us is like sparks.

11. And it appeared on the hill and its bleating,
With what a strong scent or cooking has covered it.

12. And we are all scattered, its meat,
While it on its fireplace has cooked.

13. The snowy nights lasted, neither morning came,
Nor a day with its harm has smeared.

14. And the hands of life judged it,
And God did not answer from what it cried out.

15. And its long lightning has enabled in it,
Until I see from its skin what has peeled off.

16. Is there rain that washes on the ground,
From its whiteness the black of this filth?

17. And do I see a wind that has shaken,
In the roads from it every anchored hill?

18. And does a young man complain to it about one,
For whom steps were recited and scolded?

19. Yes, the beauty of the religion has blessed with it,
A generous lord and relative and brother.

20. If our years met its sun,
Or its heavy rain, it would see it transcribed.

21. An answer has come from it however many keepers,
For it and however many excellent scribes transcribed.

22. So the shelter of darkness lasted departing,
With the star then peeled off.