1. A letter from Ibn Harb's son has reached me
Torn to pieces, barely holding together

2. I fear for him always
A Samaritan, not wary of danger

3. O Ibn Harb's son, take it or send what
We can buy a yellow bull for ten

4. Perhaps God will revive it for us
If we strike it with one of the cows

5. For it has known Noah, and perhaps
It possesses some of Noah's knowledge

6. It will always read whoever sees it
Even when we are bones turned to dust