1. What news has spread in the dens of curses,
The blaze was confused by it, and Hell asked.

2. The people have unleashed winds towards Hell,
Leading a people subdued by humanity to the Fire.

3. Until a group of ghosts emerged
In a bridal carriage beneath which embers smoldered.

4. Their eyes were flames - whenever they penetrated
The small crevices of vicious slander, they grew.

5. A red owl drags them in her hands,
On her sides an axe with snakes engraved.

6. The damned of Hell rose up entirely,
And groups followed them in succession.

7. They streamed from the vaults of Hell
To the hall of Iblis where jinn were intoxicated.

8. Among the specters' procession was one with a duckbill
With a snake frothing on his lips.

9. On him was a barren lyre, broken,
And a cane made from shattered dreams.

10. He cast on the chambers of fire, sparks
From his red robe, causing them to flare up.

11. He had not struck the strings to play the tunes
Before a swoon overcame the jinn.

12. "What is this vision? Where am I?" he shouted.
Iblis said, "Wait, this is Hell."

13. "You carried a false lyre on earth
With no truthful vibrating strings."

14. "A feather from the owl's wing never drew
Anything but bats cloaked in brocade."

15. "So you are mine and my Hell is mine to distribute
Among fools who composed poetry yet never knew poetry."

16. Among the specters' procession was one arrogant,
Filth in his palm, vileness in his eye.

17. He dragged the train of distorted laws
To which no trace of virtue clung.

18. Iblis said, "Be silent, he who paved
His hands in dirt, no vision elevates him."

19. "So you are mine and my Hell is mine to distribute
Among fools who swore to the people and boasted."

20. Among the specters' procession was one cross-eyed,
Gurgling and frothing, leaving nothing untouched.

21. In his irises, dormant volcanoes;
In his brow, the mirage of God recedes.

22. Iblis said, "Be brief, you were never angry
In the speech of prophets, verses, and scriptures."

23. "So you are mine and my Hell is mine to distribute
Among fools who only harvested more rage."

24. Wine was frothing in its cups,
Jinn were playing music, and fires erupting,

25. When a voice from the pardoned earth cried out,
"The people of earth have forgiven."