Wali Allah, the forest tiger,
With a hunch of hunting,
In the forest, walking around,
And hunting for lust.
The tiger's eyesight is sharp,
Always looking for prey,
Looking quietly,
His eyesight is mighty.
A tiger's eyes can see,
If its prey moves,
Deception is useless,
Sees it in the bush.
Always breeding,
Tigers can see the real thing,
See what is hidden,
That is observing the prey.
The prey, namely lust,
The one that hides itself,
Always wanting to cheat,
Or run away.
But never succeeding,
Can't escape it,
That's impossible,
Tiger pays attention to it.
You have to surrender,
There is no escape,
Like the sheep,
When sacrificed.