1. And a boon has passed like a donkey of ill omen
Through a village in which is called out

2. The likes of you, slave, are not to be trusted
Oh Suhayl you have strayed from your path, shun those you hate

3. So desist, O son of Qayn the evil, from him
And refrain from speaking in the lands

4. And mention not the reproach of my father Yazeed
Alas, the seas are not sated from the thirst