1. O clan of Mutayyam, do you know the news,
And how can something be concealed when it cannot be concealed?

2. I ask you, who is your father, O sons of fornicators
Scattered about, but stones are for the prostitute.

3. Your elder was an elder who had prestige,
But your mother, by God, was one to be blamed.

4. Your mother was not veiled from them, with guards and curtains around her.
She was a singer for the youths when they drank,

5. And she was not forbidden to them when they got drunk.
And his brothers were fools and jesters.

6. The elder could not disobey if they commanded.
They were chaste men, except in your homes,

7. For in the likes of them, chastity is removed.
So she became like pastures filled

8. With every inseminator, her womb holding jewels.
Thus you came as a tribe from every side,

9. A mixed breed, upon your necks lies old age.
One is Kisrawi in his features,

10. And another Qurashi when examined.
Your mother did not know who dropped his waist-wrap,

11. And who impregnated her with you, O filth!
A people who when traced back, have one mother,

12. And God knows best the fathers when they are many.
You have not known slander except in your origins,

13. While you are noble youths in pedigree.
I wanted to inform you that I know of your matter,

14. And the matter of others among your family.
You jest with the honors of the noble, while you

15. And your lineage are not masters, O deaf ones!
This satire which will remain

16. Upon your brows as long as trees grow leaves.