1. Mefda said, when she saw my distress
And worries afflict me from his phantom still

2. You ransacked Malik in the valleys, shackled
And in the distances, even your oblivion robbed

3. So ask of them, you’ll see I wasn’t fair enough
To hand over to them, for I'm now their adversary

4. So I said, you’ve blamed me excessively
And Hatim didn't die jesting or decrepit