1. The speech of those not present at the council of kings perplexed the heart
Their gathering astonished as though waves stirred heavily in a sea

2. When the north and south winds
Blew the clouds of Zafs violently

3. Or as locusts raise up the harvest of ripened grain as prepared tables
Thus were they confused and scattered

4. Between a fate that flows changing
With the power of his voice he cries out

5. And the clouds of dust raised by him
And the joyous keen of those yearning for the lute

6. Rent the air with delight and eagerness
They hasten the cleaning of the celestial sphere’s basin

7. And the flowing of its poles past it
Then were it not for Hira they would have returned though

8. Destiny had decreed their victory