1. O poet, you did not feel your own downfall,
You were not the first ambitious one to fail,

2. If you had known a noble father to take pride in,
You would not have claimed lowly lineage from Tulaifir,

3. You wandered astray, son of a whore seller in the land,
With the meanness of Qudhal and the stench of dung,

4. And the crudeness in poetry that testifies he is
A ram even if you claimed him to have Buhturi's nature,

5. It would be sweet for fingers to slap him,
As if his meanness was made of sugar.