Damage box

If the enemies show you a face

To strengthen the connection and bond

They wanted you to live foolishly

To visit you in error

You see them as the best of people

They are not a secret

If they wear turbans you do not know

Their evil is hidden and does not disappear

The blackness of their clothes is a box of harm

They are all the worst of people

They wanted to see you in a bad state

And not ascend to the heights of sublimity

They mocked you so you feared

The matter... so that you do not care

If the vicissitudes of time make you cry they said:

Give it time in the south and in the north

Give it time... any calamity that befell you

We console those afflicted after the caliphate

So they began to mock... and you do not know

And they said: We are the best of your people

So they said... They are better than people

But they are all without a description

So you see the wonders of those who return

If they enter upon you from the field