1. No village did it spare, nor any villain,
Save pitchers laden down with other pitchers.

2. And whores whose chemises match their conceits
With libertines who mimic patriarchs.

3. The spittle of their liquor was not enough,
They added to it from their mouths a spittle.

4. If hell were hastened for a wayward villain,
They'd make hell's embers apt to set them crackling.

5. I thought on life and those who dwell therein,
And thought did stir in me tumults and misgivings.

6. They drowned in sins of theirs, and so they have
No rescue from the deluge of their drowning.

7. And they made paths for people bent on mischief,
And smoothed the way to sin by tricks and scheming.

8. Does humankind in Adam's form still mix with none
But Devil's spawn, or has he sniffed the Devil's tricks?

9. He dreads the righteous bearing luscious fruit
While hoping branches withered will bear fruit.

10. How much you seek the wealth on plain or height
And roam the land from end to end, from east to west.

11. And you have seen the fraying hooks in battle rend
The foemen's coats of mail to ragged shreds.

12. So fear your God for luck is dogged by ill luck.
The world's assemblage ends in separation.

13. Moses has passed away and left his nation
Naught but traditions laden down with nonsense.