1. The wine cup was passed to her, as was her habit,
When drunk, she would curse her God and husband with the unbelievers,

2. She brought out a dancing girl to Ohud,
Embracing her lustfully in front of the noble men,

3. A chaste, honorable man who could not be scolded or deterred,
Your walking stick you lean on to act piously,

4. Hit the shameless one, naked of virtue,
Her buttocks and vulva ruptured,

5. From being penetrated forcefully again and again,
Her companion tended to her wounds,

6. Washing them with water and myrtle,
You came visiting eagerly,

7. On the day of Badr, insulting your father and son,
And your uncle who was robbed of his armor,

8. And your two brothers lying dead in the trench,
And you forgot your own disgraceful act,

9. Oh Hind! Woe to the vileness of fate,
You returned humiliated, without a tent peg,

10. From what you had sought, not even a tent rope,
The mother of bastards claimed she gave birth,

11. To a small child, who was born of fornication.