1. O Khaled, son of the immortal,
You acted shamefully, though you are pure

2. Say farewell, for you are close
To departing while your purpose remains tied

3. I will make you walk the country
For what you did and long has been your disgrace

4. And I will line your eyes with praise
For your sleep and rest while closed was your eye

5. You insulted me and thought me
One who would lose to you what he loaned

6. You were wrong in your judgement, O son
Of harlots, while high was your horse

7. Which of the tribes can be censured
With insults when your honor is attacked?

8. Neither of them, and how can that be
When you are but one of all people?

9. Do not let your eyes wander in longing
For if you had sense, long would be your chastity

10. Did that one and this one come to you
Tall among men? And that is your honor?

11. If you were to shake the dust off your brow
Long would be your dignity

12. Glory to the devil who ridicules you
And that is your worthlessness

13. If I were not bound by covenant
I would chastise whoever belittles you

14. With the darkness of ash-Shawki
You will get from me what will rouse you

15. So come out to claim your right
And flee, perhaps your running will save you

16. The seeds are ash-Shawki's
Not yours, though the land is your land

17. You defended his daughter
While rape fills your grip

18. So you could fool around with her
When you grew up and melted was your timidity

19. A sickness took hold in your mind
Before you matured and stood tall

20. Do not make excuses for what you did
That was ugly, for it came from you

21. The shame is yours and you are of it
So no shame will erase you

22. Patience, you will know which
Froth speaks for your purity

23. In which pretender
Misguided you, O deluded one, his rebuke