1. O you who reproach me at all times,
Challenging me whenever you can,

2. You are a group that was deceived by Iyri,
And you do not know the proper place for rhyme.

3. I am an old man who mounts the mothers of my opponents,
And tears their garments with my tongue.

4. I do not cease to moan when I satirize,
Those who satirize me and their mothers too.

5. I mount the mother of anyone I wish of my enemies,
With the power of Satan.

6. Not with money or the merit of beauty,
But with seriousness and favor among women.

7. Time has made my youth unlike Iyri's,
For his is like teeth.

8. So whoever doubts or contends my words,
Whether foe, that is his way and trial.

9. Asking Khaled about the news of Iyri,
And Abu Yusuf, for they have experienced me.

10. I penetrated their mothers and I remain always,
Victorious over enemies like crawling insects.

11. And if I penetrate the mothers of men,
It is not because of my doctrine of adultery.

12. Rather I am a man, even if I am old,
A poet cannot cease when satirized.

13. So when I insult the mother of an opponent,
I do not shy from accusing a horse.

14. I see that I should penetrate her and then throw
Her with what I have witnessed with my eyes.

15. So forgive me, for I am an old man,
Who redeems himself from slander through adultery.