1. You hastily married two clans in a year,
Then ruined them without mending your lineage,

2. Had you proposed to a clan and their family,
They would have married you despite your low birth,

3. You are who you desire, attaining the lineage you want,
You are the son of Ziriab, tracing your origin to dung beetles,

4. If a people God wanted humiliated,
Married you out of greed for your gold,

5. That would necessitate the springs to gather,
In opposition to you, in the tent pegs or the West,

6. If you had stayed silent and not proposed to the Arabs,
You would not have tied what you now conceal of your cause,

7. Consider the houses pleased with your proposal,
And you will find the lowliness of Ukaili among your Arabs.