1 When the fire blazed, when it had pierced the Waters, whereat the observers of the Law, the servants of God, gave Him glory, there, men aver, was thy loftiest birthplace: O Fever, yielding to our prayer avoid us.

2 If thou be fiery glow, or inflammation, or if thy birthplace call for chips of fuel, Rack is thy name, thou of the sickly yellow! O Fever, yielding to our prayer avoid us.

3 Be thou distress, or agonizing torment, be thou sent by God the All-Seeing, the King, to punish sin, Rack is thy name, thou of the sickly yellow! O Fever, yielding to our prayer avoid us.

4 I seek refuge in God from the chilly Fever, from his fierce burning glow I seek refuge in Him; from Fever coming each other day, the third, or two days running.