1. Had it not been for Obaydullah's slaves
I would have spoken without fear of wearying my wings

2. O you who praises the wicked people
And seeks to attain vile gains

3. You are not in times of eulogy
Nor vituperation, nor reconciliation

4. Hands that cannot be sated
Except by the water carriers' bags

5. And the skins of people who feel no pain
Except from spear tips

6. Take whatever wealth you wish as sanctuary
To a reputation open to all

7. So occupy your talent with lineage
And with jest and wit