1. O you who steal what poets have composed
Of pearls like constellations adorned

2. If my poetry is bound in your captivity
Whether handcuffed or shackled

3. If you would not grant my praises safety
From an assault or raid that does not cease

4. Then fear God, though I think not you are afraid
To claim the verses of the Book revealed

5. For people are confused about you in fear
That you may transgress the ways of the Prophet sent

6. O Khaled, all your disgrace is lasting
It does not end for the beholder reflecting

7. You have always been, if virtues are counted, deficient
But your faults are evident, they do not sleep