1. O builder of the staircase which
Should rather be demolished

2. How wretched is this building that
Leads to neither mosque nor home, do not build

3. Especially for Abul Banat
Whose balconies peer upon the clefts

4. As if saying for our womenfolk
Provide in them some clefts

5. Thus you are, o tribe
In your zeal for chastity, twisted

6. If the lice of your horned heads
When they crawled

7. Wished to climb to the sky
On your horns they'd have climbed

8. Were it not for duty of protection
I'd speak of you without restraint