1. For all that, on watering day, you are a noisy fellow,

    hulking of limb, nesting at al-Salmayn;

  2. you take the serving-girl’s place in the assembly, your waistcloth tied.

    So milk away: you are a milker and an udder-tier.

  3. You were not the first lizard whose hillside was struck

    by rain, so that it grew lush and the household lived at ease through it.

  4. You are the man whose bounty we never hope to gain:

    unyielding against generosity, but fainthearted on the morning of terror.

  5. You call your two little boys ʿAbbād and Ḥadhayma

    with the mouth of a mouse, gashed in its burrow by a mattock.

Sol 5.6