1. O son of Abi Hadhir, O worst of flatterers
You are the ransom for the servants of Ibn Abbad

2. You are the ransom for one better than you, revered
When parting, and better than you in the assembly

3. Al-Mazini, whom you malign at first
When you race with fathers and forefathers

4. More cuckoo-like, more flashy, pure without alloy
Echoing between fools and assemblies

5. His smooth forehead, generous fine wood, carefully chosen
He never knew the taste of a mother's breast

6. You are the son of Alqamah, praiseworthy, his heir
And your uncle Si'r, the price of Egypt and the nomad

7. You see the pots of Ibn Abbad encamped
While people disperse from him satisfied and replete

8. He walks at nightfall becoming at dawn Abbad
Whose breast gleams among scabbards