1. I see the salty poet went with us morning
We hate him on purpose to widen our love

2. He called us to get praise so the morals darkened
Morals that get enough blaming for their owner

3. He eyed the jars so their hearts overflowed
onto him while the hearts were not drunk by us

4. And he brought us imprisoned all night
Tortured by fire, blazing with anxiety

5. Her meat was wet from the moisture of freshness
And dry beans were her heavy love

6. He stayed up at night, tightening her prison
So when dawn lit up he widened her beating

7. When the wind wipes her she walks as if
Wiping the dead whom the soil uncovered

8. And a black slave girl who warns the morning when it appears
And spoils the breaths of the breeze when it blows

9. A drink that reveals the mud from it when it appears
Three days while the youth matured without maturity

10. It extends at the edges of the day and does not get exhausted
It was neither a pillow for the adulterers nor a burial

11. So when our ropes appeared to everyone
I was amazed by the beaten who did not commit a sin