1. Every day, dog of Malik, you act unjustly
And injustice has soured your cursed face

2. Your people thought you were a master
While I knew you were an accursed puppet

3. So when you return to your women excite them
For the Muslim's head is lowered

4. And do unto your people what your Samiyya intended
On the day of Ghadeer to the stabbed one

5. And I reckon you will receive the like of it
On your cheeks, its fangs ready to bite

6. The matter of the village has become clear
If clarification is of any use to you

7. Since you set out to raid it unjustly
While Abu Yazeed lies buried within it