1. Had I been in a Raiman, I would never leave
And its cleft is sealed with mud

2. In its seeds are my food and drink
My wishes came to me, seeking me

3. And I certainly passed by the wicked one cursing me
So I went on, then said: it does not concern me

4. Angry, filled with hatred towards me
By your Lord, his anger satisfies me

5. O Lord, failure, if my wish comes to him
Happy and torn, if I die sorrowful