1. I may oversleep before the obligatory dawn prayer
And my eyelids may bid farewell to the sweet slumber

2. The horizon's lightning is like a faint pulse
As if it were a weak vein's throbbing

3. With the eyes of the faithful of perfect vision
Of abundant generosity and protected honor

4. They set up for the vicious aggressor
A foreleg that bites whichever leg dares to bite

5. The weakness of eyes that were not malicious
With burrows that dug into the ground

6. Their restless flutter in distress and scattering
Striking some of its feathers against others

7. Between a perilous ascent and descent
And a rise that benefits not from the rise

8. So it cast with outstretched hand in grasping
And it held back the innocent to the enjoyment

9. Of a hasty one who fettered its wrist freely
O you who are a means of cheap provision

10. Filling the hands of a guide and satisfying