The hoopoe's answer to the attack of the crow.

He said, “O king, for God's sake do not listen to the enemy's words against me, bare beggar as I am.

If this which I claim is not (true), I lay my head (before thee): sever this neck of mine.

The crow, who disbelieves in the (absolute) authority of the Divine destiny, is an infidel, though he have thousands of wits.

Whilst there is in you a single k (derived) from the káfirán (infidels), you are the seat of stench and lust, velut rima femoris.

I see the snare (when I am) in the air, if the Divine destiny do not muffle the eye of my intelligence.

When the Divine destiny comes, wisdom goes to sleep, the moon becomes black, the sun is stopped (from shining).

How is this disposal (of things) by the Divine destiny (to be called) singular? Know that it is by the Divine destiny that he (the infidel) disbelieves in the Divine destiny.