1. O Jarba, whatever troubles you plot, you mobilize, you politicize,
Like a needle in the storms of the seas, you waver,

2. And like free birds in the sky, you flutter,
O Jarba, woe to you, how twisted is your foolish face,

3. Every day you rise before people like a comet,
With a tail made of an excess of sins,

4. Sometimes in the east and sometimes in the west,
O Jarba, each day you don a new fancy dress,

5. O Jarba, how much chastity do you pretend to possess that you have not been granted,
When you ride the worst of ships into the dawn,

6. O Jarba, you clown of the experienced playground,
You are a laugh brought by fate upon the grieving,

7. You are a relief for the destitute: acute relief,
You are an itch from mange in an inflamed camel,

8. You are the fruit of disgrace and the crime of vilification,
O Jarba, you are a "brindle" trying to mimic the cunning of a fox,

9. O nation defeated by the defeated impotent,
O owl, afraid of the apprehensive fearful one,

10. Of the accused thief and treasonous perpetrator!