1. I descended, and do not deceive you, to an abode
The clouds closed in upon it, so it does not awaken

2. The ropes of fate settled upon its homes
So the stitchings of the building long

3. The weeping have glances and clouds
And the laughing have gloating and lightning

4. We spent the night in it halving the bright coins and its wine
Water, and all its ceilings leak