1. Oh woe to you while the flesh is bare
And the miserable ones on the jars

2. Rise with us, let's stuff the jars
With our hands like bracelets

3. Let's start with their calves
And return scattering the flies

4. Then the eyelids, for they
Are old whips, crying whores

5. Their temples white as honeysuckle
And the beards black as stirrups

6. Like the elders of hadith
When they walk with pride