1. O honored house, no lightning shall strike you,
Nor any cloud's hand bring you harm.

2. Though some may wish for our demise at dawn in your precincts -
Gluttons for rumors, eager for lies.

3. Trust in the Faithful One, fear not His works -
Save that which adorns silver and gold.

4. His hands are pure, though each eve brings tales -
In number, were they from Abu Lahab.

5. With a spirit steeped in Saturn's bile,
And hands imprinted by sin's knot.