1. He who did his work on the day of Fil al-Habash
When all they sent out were corpses

2. Their sacs beneath their necks
With their noses split and broken

3. They had made his whip into storms
Whenever he turned it, mouths were silenced

4. So he turned away, retreating
And he who was there was smitten with injustice

5. Then from above them he sent down a punishment
Which gathered them up like a shepherd gathering sheep

6. Their priests recommend patience
Though they bleat like thirsty sheep