1. I once severed it, though it would not obey,
Alas, its canal was not yet fully formed.

2. It kept frightening me with the specter of my death,
So unload it, O Hind, of what I seek.

3. And you dragged me into the journey of blame and harm,
So rein in your mount, O Hind, lest you attain it.

4. Turn to my excuse, for I bargain
Generosity for the generosity of the Bountiful God.

5. O you who confides in a disobedient soul
And crawls beneath treacherous snakes' bites.

6. Who spends the night rousing sighs in his chest,
My blood will heal my wounds if shed.

7. And he remains violating my honor, secure,
Happy when he fears the beauty of silk.

8. The consciences of his chest are dyed with his disease,
Dyed like undyed hides.

9. Do not seek from me what I do not seek.
If you are busy with my affairs, then make yourself free.

10. You tire me without reproach for a misstep -
Sorrow that straightens the crooked.

11. I have severity towards the sons of wickedness
That would strike their heads if they are not dyed.

12. And the devil of hypocrisy fears my stances -
If he sees me present, he will not pull.

13. He voluntarily gives the rein when he sees his head,
And gives his whip what it seeks.

14. And it is as if white shackles of forged iron
Were forced upon him.