1. And a sun of generosity whose tower is the depth of its basin
And its rise is the butler and its sunset is my mouth

2. We point to it with palms as if
We point to the old inviolable house

3. If it spills from its basin into its vessel
It would tell prose made of rubble and zamzam

4. If it becomes forbidden one day on Ahmed’s religion
Then take it on Jesus Christ’s religion, Mary’s son