1. Do you not see that before attacks
I present at first gentle words

2. So they pierce in the ears, then followed
By my burning satire that scorches hearts

3. Like lightning that came after rain
And laughter of the white days followed by weeping

4. I wonder at one who recklessly took shelter in me
Offering himself as an easy target

5. I will exhaust whoever opposes me
And scorch from my southern climes