1. O son of Zubair, have you not heard this wonder
I have not fulfilled it, nor sated my love for him

2. He whom I thought well of in my soul
And deemed virtuous, far from falsehood's stain

3. Has now avoided me, till I no longer know him
Though my love brought no crime deserving this avoidance

4. Say to him: kindness has gone, dweller of my heart
I erred, so where is forgiveness, O father of my father?

5. I thought I had a status, not lightly held
In earnest and in jest, till from you came

6. What I had feared would ruin and cast me down
Till when will estrangement gloat over our envier

7. Each day we have some new disgrace
Do not our natures rise above estrangement and wrath?

8. By God, if not for caring what people say
I would not credit you with knowledge or manners