1. Shall I be blamed if I killed, for the eyes allured me
With lightning flashing in the deep darkness

2. So a torrent of rain kept pouring
Led to the tribe of judgement with a bridle

3. That the savage may drink from it and smell it
With the eyes of a cat, the most cunning and treacherous

4. By my soul and family, the savage and his words
And his fangs that shone brightly in the dark

5. Alas, my passion for the stealthy savage
Considers my body to be feeble and sick

6. And I swear I found in the savage
What Afara found in the son of Hazam

7. And I am just like her, except that
I delayed myself for the time of passion