1. She, whose pasturing nourishes all folk,
And decrees man's final days, his providence and fate,

2. Her sons seek her for suckling when they come
To resolve affairs and determine each man's state,

3. Her name - omit the dots and, God forbid,
You invoke the banes of ill destiny!

4. Change the last letter into a hamza,
And you have cured the cause of all adversity.

5. But change the first letter into a noon,
And you have found a source of steeds and cavalry.

6. So unveil the meaning hidden in our verse
With insight focused on its core, displaying the obscure!