1. Tell those who say that power is in their hand
And that their sword is sharper than fate

2. Why did you not rule over the beautiful one and refuse
To stir in us the sedition of the houri

3. Educate your heart, o cruel one, in obeying her
And rule that you are in danger because of Layla

4. Power belongs to the whites of the eyes over the blacks
And to the brown, languishing ones, like kohl in ink