1. O you whose kindness was continuous
Why did your betrayal annoy me?

2. This, while your righteousness does not gain
For the viewer any goodness or liveliness

3. O son of the Roman slaves, not Muslim is
He who subjugated the nobles to the Copts

4. Oh woe to your mother! How dare you? Were you not
Afraid for your shoulders from my whips?

5. If only I had not been of higher station
Than him and sought only to debase myself

6. You would have been satisfied with my poetry if it came
To you humble, never with pride

7. Why then did you not recognize his worth
When he came to you adorned in splendor?

8. Had he been one who stripped you bare with his lampoon
A thousand fold, then how, you being from Damietta?