1. He insulted me, and I did not insult him,
Yet he is an ignorant, boorish man.

2. Tomorrow he will be an unjust ingrate
When he should not deny my right.

3. Were not my hands combing his hair?
And feeding his wife fertile dates?

4. I scrape his splint to kindle it,
And line his neighbor's infected eyes with kohl.

5. In his presence I boast of what I claim,
Not bearing false witness.

6. When my hands grow tired of restraining him,
I take a seat at his wedding feast.

7. Why then am I shunned, why insulted,
As if I were the most hostile enemy?

8. He neglected my brotherhood and had no mercy,
And a horde of enviers triumphed over me.

9. Does he not remember that I
Chose his baldness as my fillet?

10. That I used to pride myself on it
More than one who obtained the Black Stone?