1. Abbas, between us is like a crack in glass that cannot be mended.
You are not worthy of our regard, though you deserve our insults more.

2. We are not the kind for what you have said, yet in insulting you we have more excuse.
I see you keenly observe she who refuses while to others blind.

3. Your falling short of me is a gentle doe whose anger mutilates her fawn.
She is blue-coated, a sinner, when she shakes her hump she startles.

4. Her teeth flash on her back like a fire lit on a watchtower.
A lively piebald like a pool inherited by donkeys before her.

5. That is a naked, Khayfanah, who, when the horses are scolded, is not scolded.
When the horses birth their young, you surpass in racing them.

6. When the water wets their shoulders, they startle the steeds but do not dazzle.
I spur her from the west and drive her where none would deny.

7. I race her blameless with her red spittle frothing.
I say, and her kin have doubted, you betrayed; one like me is not betrayed.

8. And I call to witness against her the torrents of wars - indifferent is she to survival or uprooting.
Abbas, the ode has borrowed outside its own kind, which is shameful.

9. Why grasp what you cannot obtain, only to break yourself or lose?
For when the wager is desired, the lofty, daring one wins it.

10. You bargain when you lack the means, as if your hatred blinds you.
Your falling short, if it remains, I will preserve to sober you or intoxicate you.

11. My tongue and my sword together - behold which of them will strike first!