لا يَبرَحُ الدَّهرَ مِنهُم خارئٌ أَبداً

لا يَبرَحُ الدَّهرَ مِنهُم خارئٌ أَبداً

إِلّا حَسِبتَ عَلى بابِ اِستِهِ القمرا

إِلّا حَسِبتَ عَلى بابِ اِستِهِ القمرا

Never, in all time, does one of them go off to shit,

Never will time leave their abode empty,

Without your imagining the moon at the opening of his arse.

Save you might think the moon is knocking at their door.