1. O ignoble one, if you were a man of integrity
Then make amends, it would bring you good repute

2. You know well the standing of your aunts
And the judicious understand the truth

3. Al-Farafisha son of Al-Ahwas has for your mother
Sorrow, one of the daughters of Ukab

4. I gather that you are the vilest who walked
In the indecency of a harlot and the vanity of a crow

5. Thus did the ancients bequeath you that they
Perished while you remained in shame and torment

6. Wickedness is a known inheritance from you
Far from you are the nobilities of lineage

7. You inherited from your father betrayal and impiety
And wickedness when merits are weighed

8. And your vileness revealed that your mother
Was none but for the evil of nomads’ debauchery

9. Of little mind in the indecency of a well-known harlot
Renowned for abomination and curses

10. You marked your lineage, then claimed to be the youth
And dyed your hands like a thief with henna

11. And you sat for the pimp in a tempting session
And stared with desire at a harlot’s eyes

12. Your soul deluded you, O Saqab’s son, with a death wish
Your soul lied to you, it has no determination