1. His beard grows long like ropes
If only my life was as long as it

2. Like a palm-leaf fan on both cheeks
We blow the air to moisten it

3. And they titled it the Mistress of Beards
To glorify and extol it

4. Do you not see it dragging trails
So children are fortunate to kiss it

5. And how much people researched its origin
And which plague was in its generation

6. And how much they ruled it an illness
And no illness other than mine to explain it