1. O Lord of a tearing, fleeing cloud
Made green by drizzle and rain

2. I raided it with a robe and cloak
With tucked-up sleeves like a jackal

3. With a cinched waist and belt
As if it gapes with my heart

4. Or the den of a hyena or a wolf
It ascends into the heights of hills

5. At times it descends into the depths
Like ships floating in the south

6. It saw gazelles, terror gripped hearts
Far from the sight of the revered

7. So freeing them with blazing embers
As if in the intensity of the winds

8. Hidden hills collapsed
Leaning on its awe-inspiring leader

9. So his blow with a wide blade
A blow that fell from it to the peoples

10. It cracked wonder unto delusions
And anklets jangled with bells

11. He deals it a blow to the south
Like a rebel who attained what he sought

12. Oh what a cunning man of guile
Oh what a cunning man of guile