1. Your self has lied to you making you a liar
So when will you get it right, you petty liar?

2. There is no truth in the heart of realities from you, when
Your stale nature may turn duty into void

3. You claimed to be a heavenly Virgo out of pretense
So the lion included scorpions and spiders

4. Virgo does not come down if invoked
Never, nor does it elevate the thorns of argument

5. O you who barge into literary circles impudently
As nourishment so you can gain profits

6. Imposing and overstepping and acting superior
Then being polite so you can debate literature

7. Alas! One dressed in chivalry can never be
One who at night is a profiteer of idiocy

8. How do you, o fox, maneuver with a knight
Whose pockets have gathered the smooth paths?

9. You hide your nonsense in an apparent dispute
Like one who vomits from wine then yawns

10. Go away wherever you wish for you still are
In its grip - woe to you always trying

11. Be fooled by the deal of a seller whose goods
Are not worth a date if examined by a connoisseur

12. O bald one who awaits in a racecourse led
On all sides by arts as crafty flanks

13. O absent one who still has absence without
An eye - so how did you claim to have insight?

14. Do not assume that all you bring is
Except a mirage in the wastelands wandering

15. An illusion that seems to take up no space
Do you see it disputing with you like a raging sea?

16. O you who barks at the full moon, only
In its light did your shadow cower and weep

17. Whoever overreached to know something above him
Is ignorant of what is beneath him and attacked it

18. The jostling almost makes you out as mocking
And the harassment almost makes you out as aggressive

19. And if you unleash my scoldings you will hear
Insults that would pain you for your effeminacy

20. Woe to your grandfather! What a yoke of disgrace
Which twists your misery dragging it along!

21. You surrendered yourself desiring sedition
That would turn ones like you from Islam, o monk!

22. So you have found, from all sides,
Disgrace and await punishment ever closer

23. There is no healing in your skin that may be recognized
But I prolong the blames upon you, frowning

24. And you have fallen to the lowest of lows, and no sooner
Did you fall than the stones pelted you precisely

25. Do not assume my patience is out of desire, for I only
Delayed so your faults may increase

26. And soon boldness will pounce upon you violently
Like a moth to a flame to meet a piercing needle