1. Polish your shoes for your feet
And prepare a saddle for your steed

2. Send my regards to Sulaiman, if you meet him
For the spinning wheel bears no resemblance to her

3. It clothes the people yet strips their dignity
As the riffraff slither behind

4. For Bujayr and his associates
Are like a sheep bleating as it wanders

5. They roused the wolf from its lair and it ambushed them
Passing its throat over their necks

6. And the last days for her were woeful
A pond and a mourning willow for her weeping