1. His passion kindled, though a man may wake or slumber,
Like lines of script its dictates he must number,

2. Time's hand effaces texts, their sense no longer plain,
Each verse declares: "This place is doomed, now burn with pain."

3. Familiar haunts whose people once I knew by heart
Are now estranged since we were forced apart.

4. Companions lingered where I bade adieu,
My tears and sighs their sad laments imbue.

5. Greetings to days when I was at peace therein,
When you, my home, were yet untouched by sin!

6. Sweet, gentle doe-eyed girls called it their home,
Far from all shame—no, they from sin would roam.

7. Lovely Houris clad in raiment fair,
Of noble mien and virtue debonair,

8. Divided in twain, one half distinctly male,
The other like soft fern, so feminine and frail.

9. She worships whom she wants with slaying eyes,
Though drowsy, wakeful through the night she lies.

10. If she grows cross, reproaches in a rage,
It is because she grieves her people's pain.

11. May God let flow for youth the clearest wine,
Though when mature he play the traitor's part.

12. I think of him though age bars him from me now
And thus my eyes weep copious tears somehow.

13. O gentle nights of eras left behind
Bear fruits of life, though few, for one resigned.

14. Hopes dawn like buds nestled in their shrouds
Not destined for the tears of one who shrouds.

15. I smile at hopes before me though they be
No promised boon for one disposed to see.

16. No coward I, one of exalted birth,
Does the bright sun conceal its mighty worth?

17. Byzantines reared me, glorious deeds my care,
To soar atop the heights of honor there.

18. I dwell in an invincible abode
That o’er the heavens doth its grandeur show.

19. Say to whoever rises, seeking strife,
(Safest of places thwarts the storms of life)

20. "Behold, so easy your attempt to vie?
Though arduous the path you must yet try!

21. To raise your eyes to mine, what victory?
When you have spanned the distance, you may see

22. That while a mighty sun resides with me
Eyes that affront it fail, dimmed utterly."

23. Bow down, vile wretch, your folly is but conceit;
To disgrace, your worth cannot compete.

24. Let fear for my demise leave this ally
Who frets for me, lest ill should me befall.

25. No lion, though bold, suffers vile abuse;
Mere yapping curs who trail him will not bruise.

26. Names he has - some Dhugham, others Ghissur -
A treasured prize no other can usurp.

27. When threats arise, his snarling troops stand near
As if the mountains themselves shook with fear.

28. Scouts in darkness see him drawing nigh
At faintest sound, when he begins his cry.

29. Once shadows fall, his eyes, twin flames, ignite
Searing all near, a terrifying sight.

30. Hyena-like, he rends a lamb apart,
Its scattered bones discovery may thwart.

31. With sturdy stance he bears long voyages,
His back relieving others of hardships.

32. Alone, his ardor thwarts all enemies’ designs,
Thankless, his aid and protection ever mine.

33. He frightens the meek when hunting prey,
Specious horns provoke him to affray.

34. Of all my peers he is foremost in attack
When war is threatened and perils stack.

35. How can such as you risk his ire?
One whose might looms over nomad and friar!

36. He has a push so deep the land cannot contain,
Sun’s rays obscured lest they sight the terrain.

37. By the meter my verses keep
Should insults against me even breathe,

38. Know that in the past, good Chálid's eyes
Saw in mine, while mine spied his allies.

39. Among them was Shokey who shared his bed
And in lechery with neighbors widely spread.

40. Reheeb the "wide cleft", vilest of them all,
Foul as air let loose from rear of a mule unstable.

41. Rear of mule! His moniker spells piss slit,
Fitting for one whose rear emits only filth.

42. Yet two butt cheeks part as if to hint
Urine and gas escape from the same vent.

43. So cracked, no tool can seam the divide aisle,
Ever open, never shutting its vile defile.

44. If you peeked in, what horrors you would see!
Ebbing and flowing, currents constantly.

45. It is the sea whose coast no soul can spy
Save madmen in boats who venture and die.

46. Childbirth to her is releasing loaded bladders
No labor, just plops - no need for midwifery matters.

47. She pisses the baby out sans any trouble
No hoping to find it, the mess she lets dribble.

48. To such Chálid gives his soul unrest,
Though he's a sterile mule, his head all a mess.

49. When she whores, her price is one whore's wage
Oh what crooked pay for that crooked old sage!

50. She lives as his dependent, an old leech vagabond,
Shame on elders who let whores live so upon their bond.

51. The Shokey contested her place in his bed
Baring his sword - the feud was widespread.

52. Shokey said: "Grant she's Chálid's mate in bed,
But does it follow the child is his lead?

53. Am I not first in line for parentage?
Remember, I plowed her full in youthful rage!"

54. My friend, I've wearied of versified curses now
Though I was meager in heaping them on you.

55. By God, I wonder, should I stop, ashamed and weary,
Or speak on and offer excuse?

56. I see all vice contained within you, the source
Of shame, squeezed from your limbs without remorse.

57. You redefined vice—if you were the very sky
I'd grasp your life and make dawn never nigh.

58. You perfected malice—stirred into water
It would poison the clearest liquid, ever starker.

59. Your seed—if Kaaba's robes it touched one day
Would render the holy place sullied in its way.

60. You took the full weight of creation's shoulders
And bent its back with your terrible smolders.

61. You are the utmost of ugliness, none can compete,
What beauty compared to you, bitter defeat!

62. You gathered all shame and sin, their entirety,
First in line for them, clearly you must be.

63. They greet you alive and dead, ever alight,
You will rise with them, embraced outright.

64. I summed your faults, but list is forever cut short,
No speech relates them fully, none can report.

65. Beyond you waits a hag, sharp-tongued and greater,
Who roams unfettered, appearing soon or later.

66. Stay bowed in shame where you are, demurred,
You walk her path, deep in sin you are spurred.

67. I roused you from the death of life's dismissal
To worse—if you but knew, you would be livid.

68. Yet death is better than resurrection
If meant to live forever damned, pain beyond reflection.

69. I reviled you in warning, let others discern
Else your state I'd deemed too low to concern.

70. You led your member straight to debauched penetration
As if compelled, no will or hesitation.

71. You sleep content, while cuckolded but little bothered,
As she spends the night squeezed between two lovers.

72. You shamelessly stood by as the adulterers hid
In a house long devoted to sickness forbidden.

73. Every night hosts fornicate inside -
Rats, pigs, wine, dice - your hospitality supplied.

74. No expense for you, no coins ever rendered,
Just orifices, once widened, surrendered.

75. Later they confide your trousseau will include
Any bastard fruits that bloody bed exuded.

76. Oh for shame - your white hairs no obstacle
As the painted lad takes you for a ride quite logical.

77. You ransom your mother or let him plow on,
Swooning dead away once the act is done.

78. To Satan you displayed your swollen sack,
Gripping vile genitals front and back,

79. As the Lord watches you from heaven's reign
While you are steeped in shame without refrain.

80. You took the whore, the sight a mockery,
Without shame or qualm or cowardery.

81. They say two abominable, lewd clefts alike
Vie in immorality and moral strike.

82. Good folk, forget such insults against you,
These slanders come from my enemy's spew.

83. By your dignity I'd have silenced his mouth
And buried him forthwith without more drouth.

84. I respect your honor and pardon transgression,
Veiling faults, offenses meet only aggression.

85. Lengthy poems could chain vile gossip spoken,
But I shy from sullying your names, codes broken.

86. While you charged, I reined the verses in for now
Though their sparks could fuel a fiery row.

87. You provoke me to protect those vulnerable
Though no shame exists in ties immutable.

88. Without my forbearance, you'd have drawn their ire,
Or been cast off in scorn and painful fire.

89. I respect their glory and forgive their sins,
Turning from faults if they err therein.

90. Few tongues speak well of you or sing your praises,
No minstrels exalt you in their phases.

91. You bring no loss if gone, vacated place,
Your absence brings them more fortune and grace.

92. Remember Chálid claimed the Shawkis' eyes
While they gained his wives' lechery for prize.

93. Shokey shared his mate's bed, honor effaced
Among her neighbors for sexual disgrace.

94. Reheeb, whose gaping vulva all appalls,
Vile as a rotten aroma that sprawls,

95. As her name suggests, a piss-slit in truth,
When split, just foulness oozes forsooth.

96. Two butt cheeks hint she pisses and farts
From the same chasm, discretion departs.

97. Her excess cannot be seamed by a blade,
Ever gaping, never stitched or remade.

98. If you peeked within, you would see
An endless tide ebbing constantly.

99. Like an unfit sea-coast does it appear,
With raging depths no end is near.

100. None ride her waters save mad souls unwise,
Who venture in and quick to demise.

101. Childbirth is mere releasing swollen bladders,
No labor or birth pangs or midwife matters.

102. She pisses the baby out sans any trouble
No hoping to find it, the mess she lets dribble.

103. To such Chálid gives his soul unrest,
Though he's a sterile mule, his head all a mess.

104. When she whores, her price is one whore's wage
Oh what crooked pay for that crooked old sage!

105. She lives as his dependent, an old leech vagabond,
Shame on elders who let whores live so upon their bond.

106. The Shokey contested her place in his bed
Baring his sword - the feud was widespread.

107. Shokey said: "Grant she's Chálid's mate in bed,
But does it follow the child is his lead?

108. Am I not first in line for parentage?
Remember, I plowed her full in youthful rage!"

109. My friend, I've wearied of versified curses now
Though I was meager in heaping them on you.

110. By God, I wonder, should I stop, ashamed and weary,
Or speak on and offer excuse?

111. You perfected vice—if you were the sky itself
I'd grasp your life and make dawn never nigh.

112. You perfected malice—stirred into water
It would poison the clearest liquid ever starker.

113. Your seed—if Kaaba's robes it touched one day
Would render the holy place sullied in its way.

114. You took the full weight of creation's shoulders
And bent its back with your terrible smolders.

115. You are utmost ugliness, none compete,
What beauty compared to you, bitter defeat!

116. You gathered all shame and sin, their entirety,
First in line for them, clearly, it's you must be.

117. They greet you alive and dead, ever alight,
You will rise, embraced in sin outright.

118. I summed your faults but list is cut short,
No speech relates them fully in report.

119. Beyond you waits a hag, sharp-tongued and greater,
Who roams unfettered, appearing soon or later.

120. Stay bowed where you are, demurred,
You walk her path, deep in sin you are spurred.

121. I stirred you from death's clutches, dismissal
To worse—if you but knew, you'd be livid.

122. Yet death is better than resurrection
If meant for Hell, pain beyond reflection.

123. I reviled you in warning, let others discern
Else I'd deem your state too low to concern.