1. Deliver from me to the Imam a message,
A message from a complainer about his sides being rubbed,

2. That when the son of Wahb composes, the composer
Passes his pens over the parchment erringly,

3. He loved the coats of mail with intimate love,
Charging them with proving it in the scrolls,

4. And were it not for the Commander of the Faithful,
The coats of mail would have become stuffing for the maps.