1. My lyre I have not defiled with filth
Though circling with it in disgrace's haunt

2. A virgin accuses the naked of her chastity
In every veil that listened to my strings

3. And every foul one elevates her shame
To a tongue adept in wickedness wandering

4. The cursed hypocrite disguises in his blood
A barren one embellishing in the garb of disgrace

5. The strings of her infected lyre are mournful
As if a serpent took refuge in the lyre

6. A viper stricken with the fever of glory
Came out of its cave, intoxicated, upon the cave

7. Iblis, take this naked one, for in it
Is what is in your hell of sulfur and fire

8. Take her to you and sterilize her, so she will not conceive
A female from mankind with sulfur and tar

9. How many a poet whose maidens corrupted him
So he went reciting with fangs and claws

10. From the wine-skins, or when the camels aroused him
The lower passions known by flowers

11. And brought to him crowns, made woeful,
Grown poison at the edges of branches

12. A crown of the lowest gloom circulating him
Upon bats in the remains of decay

13. The dwarves march in his train, attendants
Who stood to support him in his transient kingdom

14. The mockeries of immortality played with him
So he shouted, those are my ruins upon generations

15. Love simmers only in his viscera
So his eye is for passion and his heart for revenge

16. Iblis, take him and sterilize him, so no offspring grew
From his loins, a wretched family in the house

17. How many a lover surfeited from a pure virgin
Exalted by the highest company with lights

18. The first fruits of love left in her pillows
The breast of the sky nursing the Creator Bountiful

19. Until when she came close and he corrupted her
And he rose throwing her off his vicious body

20. She plunged into despair and despair pierces her
Either the grave or disgrace, so choose!

21. And how many a guardian ruined the people he tended
His devout lips craving the drinkers' cups

22. And a ruler whose baseness was in him
Displayed a pregnancy in the heart of a butcher

23. Iblis, take them all in their wraps
And lift your wing away from the brides of my strings

24. Take them to you, so their offspring will not return
And, O Iblis, sterilize the fire with fire!