1. How strange you seek to defame me
When before this day you had praise

2. Where is the advisor, where are the days gone by
When you filled the horizons with animosity

3. Have you forgotten that battle when you provoked it
And launched that reckless campaign

4. When you prepared the horses for panic
And the weapons for violence and evil

5. When people avoided you as they would
A mangy goat filled with scabies

6. And your cursed name alone
Would earn its speaker torment and punishment

7. Have you forgotten the prison of Al-Hawd when you entered it
And the long dark nights that passed within it

8. And the sea which you sailed furtively
Fearing eyes and dreading guards

9. You cannot glance behind you
For fear of finding soldiers there

10. Oh wind of the pen which you unsheathed
If only your secret matched your disgrace

11. Oh woe to the manners you were given
If only you were given shame as well

12. And today when you repented what had passed
And discarded that crooked scheme

13. You buried your former ways and said no
May God have mercy on ignorance and the ignorant

14. And befriended those you had opposed before
And your comrades became your enemies

15. Running with the passions, knowing that
There is no gain unless you serve those passions

16. So who now desires your affection after this
And who is pleased by affection that is pretense

17. By God, none befriend you but out of fear
Of that slanderous, wounding tongue

18. And if intimidation is the basis of love
The spider builds stronger than that

19. Do not be fooled by the wide reach of your fame
Which filled every land and every corner

20. Evil spreads fastest
While good walks haltingly

21. The drum is heard from afar but if you examine it
You find only wind inside

22. As for me, in either case, I have not
Abandoned the throne of affection and brotherhood

23. I am pleased with you despite these faults and see
No escape from you for me

24. Like a singing girl we love despite her flaws
And see in her an illness and a cure

25. This is my satire of you O Suleiman
Though it pains me to compose satire

26. I would not have inclined toward it
Had you not set a tempting prize

27. And as you know we are in a crisis
That has left no yellow or white

28. Perhaps you will suggest praise so you may see
From me poetry shining like the dawn

29. But I cannot sing your praises well
Unless you double your rewards

30. Satire of one like you takes no effort
While your eulogy seems a burden and toil