1. I say to the hunter when he prowled
And morning in the veil scarcely breathed

2. He leads a dog for hunting an Atlas mountain lion
That never missed prey when it hid

3. He only hit the gazelles with arrows
And inherited from his ancestors who founded

4. A father and uncle who always led
His eye mistakes whoever he watched

5. In the heat of the chase, a ferocious one
If he was intent one day on being hard

6. He would execute the guards out of him the selves
To the point that he made the hidden one cry

7. Blessed a silent hunter descendant
So how many have we seen destroyed, demolished

8. Complain when they meet you miserable
They have been, from your work, tousled