That powder from Tunis, and those balls turned out in moulds,[[14]]
Which pierced the bones, tore the liver,
And made the stricken perish with mouth wide open?
When I cease to sing, I am still transported thither by my heart;
For it burns for my brethren with a fire that consumes my interior.
Nowhere have I seen such warriors.
O Allah! strike with blindness those who bear them envy!
Have they not spacious tents well provided with carpets,
Mats, cushions, saddles, and rich arms?
The traveller and the orphan are they not always received there