1. O son of the deceiver, the hosts have deceived me,
They lived well and had none but you as their desire,

2. I invoke upon the poets the most wicked invocation,
For they glorified you while others are the glories,

3. Tell me what trick you used,
They proclaimed you kept no generosity,

4. To that end it is better for you to get a good position,
And knowledge is the best thing I see that benefits,

5. Praise for you has spread with a trick,
Difficult matters are subdued by the like of it,

6. If I had it, I would have become immortalized,
The Mother of Plateaus would not have become immortal,

7. It is as if I am a dirham in your pouches,
Or the treasure in your bidding and bartering,

8. But I did not know you and your frequenting to be eloquent,
With you a trick he plans to frequent,

9. How could you be guided, you who are misguided,
To righteousness, and no guidance guides you,

10. The like of you cannot possibly be guided,
Far be it from you, that is improbable,

11. But people's sterility has been prolonged so they are pleased
With lightning and thunder,

12. Your praised bestowed on you false promises,
Lies you generous with, yet you are inanimate,

13. But there is no cloud in the two horizons from you,
A lightning for promise, nor a thunder for appointment,

14. You are most decisive against hopes and wishes,
When the hosts expose you,

15. You who has failed with every failure,
That his brilliance not be moistened with appointment,

16. But you are most deserving when asked to be seen,
And instead of your promise, the questioner returns,

17. What are you and the good deed or its key?
Your minds have taken you far from generosity,

18. But associating with a people you disappointed,
They set up intrigues for sorrow so they succeeded,

19. They praised you so others would appease you,
So their disappointment is disappointed, and that is what they wanted,

20. The prey of what you possess has escaped them so they transgressed,
Justifying themselves with an example that is hunted,

21. And they have abundant prior sorrow,
But the people most loved to increase,

22. I praise you with winds like you dead,
On an absent day your biers carry you,

23. And when your voice is called if exhumed a third time,
By an atheist and your companion is atheism,

24. One day stinking of you alive are kindled,
Your stink does not cease to increase,

25. You became with your generosity a deceitful suspicion,
After it testimonies arose with your stinginess,

26. I quenched with your issuance my fervors,
When their resentment had prolonged duration,

27. And I consoled your mention that the hearts,
Are inflamed by the like of it and the livers are gashed,

28. I befriended a breast you had long made desolate,
Your departing company does not cease to console it,

29. It is as if that mention is darkness that spreads,
From it the blackness of the heart spreads,

30. But my thoughts joined your mention truly,
Days of my breast in which there is no heart,

31. So go just as malady went to she,
After whom there is for the departed no return,

32. Do not distance from the one you are nicknamed,
And he is the one whose interpretation is distancing,

33. You consulted regarding me and my reward in private,
An opinion, by your life, followed by no propriety,

34. So I see you depriving me, and the watchers said,
You come for the likes of it accustomed,

35. You disappointed me a trust with your vices, he is,
For one who prepares for an insulter, a habitual one,

36. The likes of it invective recoils retreating,
And the swords of insult sprang up sharpened,

37. Not that your vices are a shield, but it,
Is impure, its roses shunned by the perfumers,

38. How much it defended you from invective strangely,
The vinegrowers cannot increase it,

39. So thank it if it left you to thank a benefactor,
A barrier in front of you, but more so barricades,

40. If you had desired a conciliation beneath it,
Imprisonment and shackles from it but more so fetters,

41. That prison remains from you a presumption,
And your restraints in it multiplied,

42. Vice refused you gratitude for what endowed you,
And evil for itself is aid,

43. As for that vice being vice, it is,
Vice you preceded the eras begetting,

44. If it gathered for you insults, they become,
From insulting it, reiterated,

45. You will surely meet my fiery invectives,
Its burning does not warm you climates,

46. So is the fire of disgrace, it heals its people,
As if they are its children,

47. So flee, and where can a fleer from a pursuer flee,
In every emerging dawn for him there is an ambush,

48. Take it to you from the clothes as a garment,
The souls and bodies suffer misery in it,

49. Straitness, if its accessories are brought upon you,
The strangulation narrows so the countries cannot contain you,

50. And if you suffer in wearing the like of it cold,
Then the innocent suffered from you the deserts,

51. And you will be disgraced with it if I recite,
Multiples of what makes recital ashamed,

52. Do not rejoice in its beauty and grace,
For may the envious have mercy on you in them,

53. And I will pelt you after it with poems,
In which for every pelting there is intention,

54. If it disgraced Pharaoh fallen for its falling,
Pharaoh of the pegs and pegs would fall,

55. Your anger at it that I spoke my saying,
Will increase O son of the deceiver, and increase,

56. From every traveler in your dispraise casts,
With its riding animals the deserts and groves,

57. Ugly, igniting in you a fire of ugliness,
Its flames persist as you become ashes,

58. I began it with a sharp mention,
Its conclusion is suppression, which is suppression,

59. And seldom does mention benefit an insolent one,
A mention that kills with its broadcasting so he perishes,

60. The kindled firewood is not benefited in the ashes,
By a light whose flowing upon it is corruption.