1. Do not let poems that have gone astray prevent you,
The vagaries of life have made them deviate from the path of guidance,

2. I made praise that was like a garden,
But in ignorance I made it a cloak for the evilest of those who have strayed.

3. O son commanded with the flags, they are
The farthest you will reach, when support runs out,

4. Do not be miserly towards a man whom you have disappointed
With your miserliness in answering questions.

5. Tell me, what plot have you hatched
That they chant you are glorious, immersed in dew?

6. Praise of you has spread by a plot,
If only that plot were mine, I would have been saved from misery!

7. I praise you when dead like your flatulence air,
You whose echo has split open and scattered around!

8. And when the dripping of your pus oozes from it
One day when your stench leads you to be burned alive?!

9. You have handed yourself over to blame, even if tomorrow
Or it wants to rule, no ransom could save you if it came to redeem you!

10. I would not refine you into refined gold for jewelry,
Now I would not refine you into an awl’s point!

11. You have consulted about praising me or depriving me of it
By your father’s life! An opinion that has gone astray and is not guided!

12. So I will make the loyal one cry over you as an abandoned woman weeps,
And make your enemy laugh with glee to the utmost!

13. With war poems I am not to blame for composing,
Since it was what your hands did towards them that led to waste.

14. I joined them in speech when your hands did waste them
In deed, no blame or transgression took place!

15. So stop blaming poems for blame, for if
There was transgression or blame then it was you who set an example!