1. How excellent a corpse when the winds shift
Beneath his loincloth you killed, O treacherous one

2. You invoked God's name and then you killed him
Had he invoked protection, he’d not have been betrayed

3. He does not conceal indecency beneath his mantle
Sweet are his features, chaste his loincloth

4. And excellent indeed is the quilting of your coat of mail, you and Khāsir
And excellent the shelter of the splendidly armed night visitor

5. Tolerant of the trailing trains of childbirth when she turns away
Free, legitimate wealth, without excuses