1. When his face met mine,
Not a raincloud pouring down a valley's echo,

2. I see no mercy in it, though plentifully watered,
Or agreeable, though beautifully featured.

3. Your face, Ja'far, in its ugliness
Is better hidden than bareness.

4. As though nightfall descends
When it emerges at dawn.

5. I thought your complexion brocade -
You've weaved it from a stewpot's grime.

6. I lied - your face in its light
Is the full moon's rival reversing.

7. The beauty you've been granted -
You asked for on the Night of Ordainment.

8. Iblis takes refuge in it when
He aims to seduce the virgin nape.

9. How many free women has it tried to pervert!
But they gave no heed, lost in thought.

10. Had it not plunged them deep in their hearts,
It would have sought more wrong and harm.

11. You've become my amusement and mockery,
The blind poet's pasture.

12. Expect two rewards owed you
Tomorrow from God at the Gathering -

13. Reward for thanking the Lord of Creation,
Though excused for unbelief,

14. Since He Who Is called most high
Repays not with thanks what's due Him,

15. And the King Who shaped you
Spared you no disfigurement from His store.

16. Your second reward for a deficiency
Whose Master is the wronged, the paid.

17. One heedless of his Lord leaves Him,
While his Lord remembers him.

18. He repeats Glory, awed by your face,
Warranting excuse.

19. Ride the road of sin, then perpetrate
What wrong and sin you wish.

20. Fear not God's punishment, dread it not,
Nor be of it afraid.

21. Shame you have advanced, so take
What you desire of the matter.

22. In Abul Fadl is a bane
In my fountainhead of verse,

23. With no remedy for its ferment
But a goblet's flowing tears -

24. Tears from each wide-eyed gazelle,
All grace and wrist upraised.

25. If you could see the filth on four feet
Facing a mounted, tethered stallion,

26. Their rods boring them deeply,
Spreading the anus' foulness wide,

27. Sneezes erupting, violent lusts
Like the viscera of beasts of prey,

28. As they enjoy the pounding,
Their breaths mounting in their chests -

29. I swear by the Oath-Maker in His verse,
By the even and odd verses,

30. I will leave the hybrids rutting
To last until the end of days.