1. O Ayyash, you miserly and harsh man
From a lineage of meanness and oppression

2. The cold kills, and the stove without what
You made so extremely cold

3. An infidel who believes in the sweet and the bitter
As though it is part of God's oneness

4. My words will blacken your face manifold
More than you blackened the face of my poem

5. And my chest will expose you in all gatherings
As your hands exposed my roses

6. Reasoning did not inform me falsely about you
But I followed tradition

7. So I stretched out a hand I had withdrawn
From obeying guidance and righteousness

8. And I hoped for your heights with your hopes
Remembering the twisted and the crooked

9. And I forgot your misdeeds, your forgetfulness
Your foundation in the land of confusion