1. If I sailed the seas, they would become still pools,
You would not see any waves in their depths,

2. If I placed a piece of amber in the palm of my hand,
It would surely turn into glass,

3. And if I passed by the sweet Euphrates,
Without doubt, its water would turn salty and bitter,

4. So to God I complain and to the virtuous I turn,
For I have become with my misery - a chicken.