1. The sons have known whose servant he is
When the cockroaches bristled their worry

2. I am the son of her madness, holding its reins
I did not turn away from it with assuaging prophecies

3. From the length of time her days have tested me
I am not like those for whom her unlawful is permitted

4. Nor do you see a wet nurse caring for her child
Or a night where I slept, what sleep of mine!

5. I revived her until her darkness receded
With a filthy being, a breast overflowing with worry

6. The experienced guide leads the noble camel by its reins
While its mother panics in the wasteland

7. And a darkened land with flags
They all worry and fret with their faces and heads

8. If an inadequate man duped it, swindled it
A tribe whose boy is its worry

9. A tribe whose youths are its anxiety
It does not know what Moses or his wonders are