1. Is this the germ of the plague,
No, you are the enemy of the intestines,

2. Your image was imagined in the past as a weapon,
Not an animal that comes and goes,

3. And you were in the thoughts and ideas,
More beautiful than you are now under the microscope,

4. The doctor of the people wanted to magnify
Your body so we can see it, but it became smaller,

5. Does one see you except as an annoying insect,
Weak, disgraced, and despicable?

6. So how much fuzz and mites have you destroyed,
The likes of you are not feared to have a hoof,

7. The one who raised you raises me, and I am afraid
For him because of you, and my heart is anxious,

8. If he were to water you or feed you with love,
Humans would not be safe from your war,

9. So how is he seeking your demise
With his research and medicine for your illness?

10. May God guide him to what is beneficial,
Blessed in his good endeavor.