1. Woe to my soul from the hostile times
And my morning with the scoundrel, the pillar of corruption

2. The Kaaba of debauchery, the mine of villainy and shame
The ally of Satan in every club

3. He is like a donkey carrying heavy burdens
Unaware of their consequences

4. Yet I see him alone in circumstance
With no equal, neither coming nor going

5. O sky, rain rocks upon him
And join him with the people of Lot and Aad

6. For he remained in distant misguidance
And turned away from guidance and integrity

7. He attributed the deed to nature, blaspheming
The disgraced Sustainer, Lord of worshippers

8. So may he be rewarded in this disgrace and humiliation
Nay, the hellfire on the day of judgement

9. He is like zero in the calculation, with no
Value to us when alone

10. He cannot be upright except with curse
With rebuke, severity and stubbornness

11. His arrogance deluded him, so he became
Humiliated with the slapping of hands

12. I disregarded his harm in disdain, so he
Transgressed in matters upon persistence

13. And exceeded his limits and contended
And his evil grew like creeping ivy

14. And he wanted to fight while a coward
With the lion of foes and valiant chaser

15. So terror filled his heart
And he regretted, faint of heart

16. And if he returns to the chase arrogantly
By evening he is on the ground like the dead

17. Where I strike him with the unique metaphors
With arrows that reduce him to ashes