1. O King, to whom Gaza and its plains belong
And Jaffa, its harbor and citadel abide by his command

2. Whatever you desire is granted by your order, whatever you forbid is denied
I complain to you, so hear my grievance: I have been burdened with offspring

3. Whose appetite is never sated, nor their mother's appetite appeased
They have multiplied against me, neither the elder dies

4. Until his time comes, nor does the suckling infant
My master's coldness in providing for them

5. And a soul obsessed with dividing it among them
And the old craft, while our kinsmen

6. Till the soil yet we do not
You were sent to the poets like Dahis

7. Or a camel freed of her nose rope
You forbade me to satirize the miser, so my censure cannot make him afraid

8. You took away the subtlety of speech, leaving no harmful lampoon
Nor beneficial praise

9. You were sent to the world to gather its riches
And collect its taxes, always accumulating

10. You denied yourself its bounty but granted it to the workers
So you are the most excellent greedy one

11. Until a cure comes to you in departure
And reaches your neglect, while the most obedient slave remains

12. The weak family with no good in them
Are best, while the likes of them altogether are mere rabble

13. A mother you claimed for them, but their mother died
In the days of 'Aad when Tubba' died

14. You will soon claim to be their mother
Whilst they ride you because of their weight or suckle you

15. And I see those who inherited the estate of Muhammad
Are shining stars while your star gleams