1. O Father of God, listen to my words
Some words come with righteousness

2. You see a darkness that nights return to
To the world as the Ayyad tribe returned

3. Tribes whose roots perished so they perished
And their mention in time returned so they returned

4. They were planted in the sand like eggs
It held them as locusts are planted

5. So when they were watered they moved and crept
And increased when the good times helped them

6. They are the eggs of ashes opened from them
And some eggs resemble ashes

7. Tomorrow their bothers will come to you filthy
And their pulling short and the Ayyad return

8. So the cities will be too narrow for them
And the houses and lands fill up

9. I have not seen the like of them perish and return
Nor the like of them few then increase

10. Among them the lowly and devious crept
And rabble so they are their supplies

11. The black tents' Anbat have changed
Among them to Arabs so the black tent perished

12. If the Imam willed he'd make a market
And sell them like fertilizer is sold