1. O Adhud al-Din, you are the simplest justice
From Qabath and from Anushirwan

2. Raiding the country was empty
So they started raiding the religion

3. So how long will your cooking pots smoke
And your tents' cotton, young man of the train

4. This would not happen to writing, if not
For delusions from the chests of that time

5. So take him with clubs, beating
And snatch from him stolen money and house