1. The dawn light glistens on the peaks of its shoulders,
Disheveled like the coming of insanity or leprosy.

2. O you whose glory resides in the innermost parts of your tent,
Like a pearl in an oyster shell or blood in a cloud.

3. You created vulgarity, frivolity is your pastime,
And you originated abomination.

4. Dust is your habit and ugliness is your trait,
And foolishness - you are generous like Hatim.

5. Ignorance is your doctrine, arrogance your guide,
Idiocy your religion, like a ewe or cattle fodder.

6. If you walk proudly you seem a mere fool,
O granter of bounty, even if you appear gentle.

7. Your reputation has spread amongst all people,
And people supplicate against you vehemently.

8. Islam refuses you and will never accept you,
Oh what an affliction you are in this world, you have lived in evil.

9. Everyone curses you and denounces your ways,
And all call you a liar if you even utter a word.

10. When you see people living in blessing and pleasure,
And no one pays you any heed,

11. You only drink the water of rancor and envy,
Nothing but bitterness while smiling.

12. If you offer help when it appears people need you, gentle one,
While everyone treats you with contempt as long as you are silent.

13. O you who came from the ravines, stop for a moment
While I complain to you of what I have tasted of sorrow.

14. Look, how the despicable people of my neighborhood insult me,
They have fallen into illness and affliction.

15. Pain is his dwelling in the body of the wretched one,
And sleep is his escape from the pain of one distressed.

16. Blood is harmonized from his excess - he has neglected
and light dissolved from the abundance of darkness.

17. My liver wasted away from the excess of suffering,
And my composure was ripped apart from the owner of passion.

18. Yearning kept me awake and my heart is broken,
And my body is immersed in grief.

19. May God destroy him, may God curse him,
May God eradicate him for the trait of peace.

20. May God whet his arrow,
May God equip him with the arrows of disease.

21. He is the despicable one whose ugliness is exposed,
And the cub seemed great in the valley.

22. Fate does not forgive,
So the heart is full of determination and resolve.

23. May God never unite me with him again,
For the horizon is his trait and bloodshed his trade.