1. What feast has passed with your slave in it
Where the butcher did not meet the lord

2. The youth of my heart, my cook, and I
Our night became for all of us day

3. And the sacrifices are only brought to us
As though we were for it atoners

4. And whenever I called upon a generous one
My calling only made him flee

5. So my pots descended after you used to
For them raise up their worth

6. No preacher stood in the darkness among them
Mentioning to the people a paradise or hell

7. No blood ornament on my land
Showing me with its two cheeks redness

8. No Surat Al-Dukhan followed it
For me a cooking pot that became stoves