وُجُوهُ سُوءٍ إنْ غَلَى مِرْجَلٌ

وُجُوهُ سُوءٍ إنْ غَلَى مِرْجَلٌ

لِفِتْنَةٍ تَغْشاهُمُ بَصْبَصُوا

لِفِتْنَةٍ تَغْشاهُمُ بَصْبَصُوا

Faces of evil—if a cauldron boils

Faces of misery though a kettle boiled

With strife that engulfs them, they wag their tails;

To temptation overwhelming them they hastened

وإنْ غَدا سِرْبُهُمُ آمناً

وإنْ غَدا سِرْبُهُمُ آمناً

فَكُلُّ شَرٍّ عَنْهُ لَمْ يَنْكُصُوا

فَكُلُّ شَرٍّ عَنْهُ لَمْ يَنْكُصُوا

And if their flock becomes secure,

And if their troop at morn went forth secure

Then they shrink back from no evil.

From every evil still they never refrained