1. Get ready, O poet, for punishment
For you have taught me ways of insult

2. If I were to cite verses of mine
That I composed your poem with

3. I would pick out fragrances from it and leave
You the collection like a ruined shelter

4. For before knowing me you had no flowing
Verse nor any acceptable words

5. And you did not know swimming in seas
Nor entered them without my doorway

6. So what makes you attack me
Hovering like flies over my drink?!

7. And for my raging poetry there is no peer
Except its twin so stick to the dust!

8. If you claim to be a knight then duel
Your brother Tha'labah not an absent lion