1. So he who asks about me, I am
A rock that cannot be sold or lent

2. Made close in winter, though it's not seen
Behind the living, the skilled dogs hunt it

3. In summer it has many fault lines
And six of its generous flowing streams

4. Won't I send a message to Bani Asad about me
Openly, and secrecy is no use

5. I have killed your elite and left among you
Only the rabble, say what use is the rabble?

6. And I did not kill you in secret, but
Openly with the dust swirling