1. Jacob, woe to your father! What abyss
Led you to its precipices of recklessness?

2. Rather, what business had you with me that was not
Due to your foolishness, unmatched as it is?

3. You attempted it though horror lay beneath
Like a sea, its surface cloaked in darkness.

4. It covered the sight upon your guidance, so you came to me
While clouds obscured your guiding light.

5. Like a moth drawn to a kindled flame,
Burned by it on both sides, wings scorched.

6. So reap what you sowed in odious poems
Whose disgrace is renewed by days.

7. O son of harlots, in words you attributed to me
The burdens and sins from my back.

8. Forbidden vice with me is no disgrace to you
Rather, satirizing you became forbidden to me.

9. I held poetry back from you out of piety
When people blamed me for insulting you.

10. But passions for invective had unruly urges
That could not be reined in by any bridle.