1. The time has come for an infamous poem
Whose virulent verses I compose for an upstart folk

2. My chest boils with it, excellently I construct it
And its meanings will be conveyed if not cut off

3. Quraysh went with glory while you
Walk with the gait of humbled whores

4. Leave your affectations and withhold your wantonness
And walk upright on the smooth road

5. You are the remnant of Lot’s people, know that
And your effeminacy is pointed out with a finger

6. And when Quraysh’s lineages are recounted
Then boast, at the council, of the family of Shijah

7. Tattered garments when war grew harsh
Bellies that are never filled when their neighbors go hungry