Don't give Shaitan any joy,
When you're down and your temples are pounding,
When a poisonous sting runs through your veins.
Resentment, anger, pain slides in!...!
Do not put fuel on Shaitan,
He's the mastermind behind the hubbub and the "coryphaeus" of lying,
He drinks from the cup of anger and scandal,
In his gardens, despair, longing!
Do not bestow favor on Shaitan,
His abode is the kingdom of slander,
He toasts sneaky deception,
He's folding origami out of brazen lies!...!
He waves envy with a dagger,
So you can do the dance of the scoundrel.
He wastes flattery - boastful traps,
To drink the tears of a proud man in one gulp!
He's looking for a gap among the flaws,
He'll pretend to be a wise man,
He, gorging himself with fiery rage,
To fight even a brave man!
And if he's thrombosed,
And if a scalpel through the wires of the soul,
Then you'll answer with a church choir
Or turn on ayat al-Qursi!!!