1. Have you not seen how strange is the wonderful
For the people of Qilaba have fickle hearts

2. Their noses in pride of manner and style
And the hair of the youngster with perfume smeared

3. Oh, the coarse fellow vigilant for the hunt
Who with hand makes haste the perfumed to seize

4. The people of virtue, dignity and poise
Of wine, and syrup and raisins to appease