1. She who cast you from beneath her feet
Is a child born to obscure night's ignorance

2. Nights called Daisam, the son of Saq'ab
When the husband of two bitches collected scraps

3. So you have no glorious ancestry to count
And if you claim to be from Shija', you are a liar

4. But you are a slave who carried the pot, nose dripping
A vile flatterer of vile patrons, a minion

5. When ancestry is verified, they prosper
And if you claim it falsely, you are disgraced

6. You have no right to guardianship at the Rukni
Nor any share in the Prophet's kinship