1. You counted men from Quayn as spies
Yet the son of Lubna is no spy or boaster

2. Quayn deemed you rabble and riffraff
While you are the lowest part when called for help

3. You reproached us for Iraqi dates and seeds
While the reward for your dog was embers that burned him

4. Connivers who judge in secret and alone
Blind till asked tomorrow what the matter is

5. Had you been like the nights you’d have been
A night of secrets, moonless and starless

6. So leave it be, cast away your worries with serenity
Over it, of the past year that has elapsed like a heap