1. Slow down, son of our uncle, our darkness
Indeed, within us is a chapter of gloom

2. For the likes of you we bear swords, and do not
Let our accounts be touched by softness

3. Indeed, I grow when I join
The living honorable and truthful company

4. Whites whose eyes are as though
Lined on the day of fury with kohl

5. So, by the life of those who spend the night
For His sake, bodies that drip with blood

6. Is that darkness yours, what an ornament
Are branches of the stinging tree with leaves

7. Or do horses charge, while snorting
From a swift one, or split skulls

8. You have swallowed anger, for what appeared to you
Or inherited war from an angry young man