1. Al-Bayhaqi sought a horn but was not granted it
Yet he was struck on his ear

2. Not like one who did not attain it, so he persevered
When he wanted it, O how long was his sadness!

3. O Bain, which horn could be upon him?
If only there was intellect for Al-Bayhaqi equal to his weight

4. His horn was like his mother's vulva in length
But it was thick like his mind

5. If he aimed his satire at me
I would have fled in fear of his stab

6. But the stupid person does not know
Where in him lies the intensity of his pillar

7. He does not know, out of ignorance, where in him
Lies the power and where the place of his weakness

8. Rather I see he wanted to take away my soul
With his nonsense, leading me astray to destroy me

9. Does the bull not know that my heart
Between my ribs contains the fires of his mind?

10. But his ignorance of that blinded him
He did not plug the hole of his son's intensity

11. I do not fear when the free part of my poetry appears
Wearing, underneath the cold, the armor of its protection

12. May God's curse be upon him everyday
For he is more deserving of curse than the Magians

13. A curse from him covers him when he stays
And another visits him on the day of his departure

14. A man who claims strictness and conquest
While his entourage starves by his permission

15. Like what he claims of knowledge of grammar
Despite his ignorance and frequent mistakes

16. Fallen, he betrays the brave and the eyes
In their sleep, due to the sprouting of his horn

17. I ate him but my eyes did not see
Anything like eating him and his betrayal

18. I said, "Who are you, O gluttonous weakling?"
"Witnesses upon him are the effects of his slumber"

19. He said, "I am the servant of the prince." I said, "For you is all disgrace, rather the servant of his stomach."
Al-Bayhaqi is a dead rotten body

20. And can the dead ever possess anything but stench?
And in the prince's eye were things

21. That yesterday necessitated his imprisonment
So let him return him to the mortar, condemned

22. For the rotten has nothing like his burial
I am like Al-Bayhaqi, if I am not

23. From him the position of the eyelash to the eye
We have ground him and squeezed him, O Bain

24. So eat all his earnings and saddle his oil