1. The curly-locked one aimed me from the shrines and mosque
Since he darted me a glance, then turned away

2. Wherever the glance fell, he unsheathed a sword
That annihilated souls and killed outright

3. Would that he, since he came to my abode
Had been two bow-shots away when he drew near

4. I swear by the moles on his cheek in the fire of his jaw
He in hellfire will surely burn