1. Men in name alone, not men in truth
Who loved to kiss those slippers, forsooth!

2. Nay, dwarfs they were, despised and slight;
Bread of dishonor their livelong plight,

3. Lost their way in the vale of deceit.
The more they to shrink themselves were fain,

4. The more did Kafur's conceit grow vain.
Ask Furhailakh about his pedigree,

5. If you think I relate what could not be,
Or ask the pimps, for oft enough

6. He gave them filth for dearness' stuff.
The people he made subject to affront,

7. The honored heads did in dishonor shunt,
How oft we cheated were before today,

8. Deeming his doing the righteous way,
But when at last his secrets did appear,

9. Beyond all bearing the harm came near.
I blame not the ailing man diseased,

10. When asses and mules chief goal have seized.
To merchandise vilest the parties him made,

11. Nor recked they of honor that might fade.
Blame me not that I shunned their mart;

12. If none thanked, thanked be God in His part!
Never oppression when lording it wide,

13. But my wrath and warring will still betide.
In the mansion of freeman my dwelling is sure,

14. No home for tyranny while time endure.
Every soil where rostrum is built for me

15. Is my land and my sunshine and grave will be.
If to naught be doomed my living breath,