1. They will know one day when they were
That my protection is not violable

2. And that Luqman's neighbor will become
Upon the people like the spirits

3. And be slaughtered among them as foolish meat
Distributed by the distributor with cups

4. And they thought I was more inclined to sin
And that I was more deserving of success

5. When it boils and flows turbid
Then diseases become distinct from health

6. And what the two hands do when they are harmed
By the right with the farmer's hoe

7. O Banu Duhl son of Shayban take it
For in its two strikes there is no escape