1. Pull, o raven, and spoil, you will see no one
Except a wrongdoer, and who of creation has not wronged?

2. So take from the crops enough to spare you from death
And seek provision in the heights of the trees

3. And I do not blame you, but give you an excuse
If you snatch the pots of the people from the room

4. The descendants of Eve tended to the drowsy lion
And did not call for peace the goddess of the room

5. And whoever wronged them is to them
Like the bringer of dates, deceived to Hajar

6. They are companions who have all those they accompanied
Of their kind and permitted everything stored

7. If you were guarding fruit for them you would spoil
Then approached, they would not spare you from the room