1. Burn, O Saffah, with your help denied,
In fire, lest your limbs you guard.

2. Learn that he with mighty throne,
O most noble, of lofty seat,

3. Leads a folk who spread their net,
Seeking vixen who slew their sire.

4. Blessed he who twists the stubborn yew,
When sound the hounds in rear of you,

5. Yet speaks no word to counsel you,
While you pass amid the brakes.

6. So I returned, though pierced with points,
Like victims, by hands of devotees,

7. Thrown on the hillside tumbled heaps,
As you did cast your slave away.

8. But Sailiy will not forget you, nay,
Though men should stone you, he’d not stay.