1. Those who let their beards grow long
Concealing wounds in haughty pride

2. Are rascals, though their power
Spreads false witness for orphans as lies

3. I was disturbed by nothing about them
Except their turbans which the enemies

4. One day donned in joy
A people whose turbans are like spears thrust

5. With every sin of the saddle-cloth exposed
A people, when angered, their spears

6. Against the poor, the oppressed, the weak
How many morsels of salty bread they eat

7. More delicious than fruits stuffed with almonds
How many foods brought their eater