يا آلَ يَعقوبَ ما تَوراتُكُم نَبَأٌ

مِن وَري زِندٍ وَلَكِن وَريَ أَكبادِ

O descendants of Jacob, your Torah is not

A tale from the lip of a soothsayer, but rather from livers' agony.

إِن كانَ لَم يَبدُ لِلأَغمارِ سِرُّكُمُ

فَإِنَّهُ لِيَ في أَكنانِهِ بادِ

If your secrets have not yet appeared to those sunk in darkness,

They are nevertheless manifest to me in their repositories.

لَقَد أَكَلتُم بِأَمرٍ كُلُّهُ كَذِبٌ

عَلى تَقادُمِ أَزمانٍ وَآبادِ

You have indeed, by a command all lies,

Eaten over the course of eras and settled lands.

وَرابَني أَنَّ أَحباراً لَكُم رَسَخوا

في العِلمِ لَيسوا عَلى حالٍ بِعُبّادِ

And it has been shown to me that your rabbis, well-grounded

In knowledge, are not like mere worshippers.