1. Tamim ibn Murr, cease your mocking of me,
For I am not one to be humiliated.

2. Does this wretched slave mock me, leading me astray?
Yet one like me has aimed at the confused trickster.

3. With a clever trick that the schemer cannot accomplish,
Not even the skilled builders of Salma's pillars who weaken.

4. By Allah, if it wasn't for my restraint holding me back,
I would leave Tamim a laughingstock at every gathering.

5. So cease your throwing of spears, O Lord of Majesty, in disgrace
That will make you hide yourselves in every group and abode.

6. For you are the scoundrels of people, none can deny it,
And your misfortune was the work of Hurayth ibn Jandal.