1. Oh that some messenger to Sufyan may tell,
Though I think the messenger himself will tell,

2. And his lord 'Atiyya, that but little
Comes from me though gossip comes apace.

3. You grew weary of your Lord and so denied Him
Though that in your own land is foul disgrace.

4. Oh, be as true as the youth Shabib was,
So that guardianship and power on him did devolve.

5. His father was the truest of you all
And the best of you when good is told abroad.

6. Woe for satire! Each day from my neighbors
Come raids, while I'm helpless to return a blow.

7. I'll make it a device for all of you
Though the tongue may speak what the heart disavows.