1. Akhallad, you have wronged me with enmity,
And have wearied yourself in composing satire,

2. So do not blame me, for I am your brother in Adam,
And it is enough to revile me that I am your brother.

3. Akhallad, you are no saint away from a husband's authority,
Who makes her submissive in his house to be mounted,

4. He offers her to sleepers as a mare,
Publicly, while the Lord of the Worlds watches you.

5. Without a ounce of dinar or dirham,
Except that they quench their thirst through you.

6. Don't you have any zeal, O worst of creatures,
That your privacy is violated?

7. Rather, perhaps you secluded them in private,
Then you were delighted with them and took pleasure in that.

8. You are jealous over men's penises, yet
Only you are jealous over violating women.

9. You came to my fire with the patience of a moth,
So you encountered it blazing with thorns.