1. To stop an envier envying,
And the liver he prays with,

2. If I set him on fire,
It would be less than what he feels,

3. And he who envies me closely,
With malice beneath his eyelids,

4. When he remembers me at night,
The fever of Khaibar burns him,

5. And he throws me angry looks,
May his eyes be forever sore,

6. I care not if he perishes,
For I do not rely on him.