1. That friend of ours, as we saw him,
Was clouds above which was black poison.

2. In it hopes were lost, and that's nothing new,
For in it every dead man's hopes are lost.

3. O foolish-tongued one, if you don't keep
Quiet about me, my own tongue has its shame.

4. The transmitters have kneaded for me your
Evil character - its clay forms the structure.

5. How much earth we dug from that face!
Tell me, is there no water in the face?