Shaytânparast religious poetry is beautiful. This translation from Kurdish, slightly reworded, is from the Yezidi sect. The Executioner entered and stood, Staff in his hand, burning coals and fire. Your eyes alike the eyes of dragons, Your fingers are like spades, Your nails are as knives, This name barely befits the Lord of Goodness. Your eyes resemble drinking vessels, Your fingers are like lead, Your nails are as sickles, Is that the just Lord of Goodness? Your eyes are black as a fakir's, Your hair is black as silk, Let the devout servants perceive the face of a God.