1. O you whose glory I yearn for
And through whom my quarters flourished

2. My fear for you has increased so much
And the matter is dire in my panic

3. Every day brings seven more
Whose mention makes my hearing recoil

4. You head towards them without modesty
Neither shrinking nor abstaining

5. Killing beasts cannot be attained through tricks and cunning
So do not rush after them to a lion

6. Whose blow cannot be endured
To me, wrestling beasts

7. God forbid, is a kind of headache
I return to the cup and the companion

8. And eating, drinking and listening
And a debauched gathering that meets the condition

9. Of hugging, kissing and intercourse
Yes, the beasts tire me out so discard

10. My adversary to the hungry beasts
For my life is to see him

11. Among the hungry beasts of the wild