1. I challenge you, what is a beard but abundant growth
And its foliage has shunned joining of the cheeks

2. Obligatory to grease every eye with its lotion
And its firmness is dispelled by the grease

3. Even if the laymen grease their cheeks
Their scruffy beards hope from their cheeks' grease

4. Taxes are forcibly collected for its presence
As if the people's collectors are its beard's lice

5. The orbits of the spindle have won their race
When their orbits become equal in their task

6. It has anguishes in the hearts that hurt
If only its anguishes could be relieved

7. If only scissors were made available to trim it
To shorten from some of the people its growth

8. Never to grow again in our country afterwards
For its growth is torment in the countries