إِنّي أَتاني مَقالٌ كُنتُ آمِنَهُ

فَجاءَ مِن فاحِشٍ في الناسِ مَخلوعِ

A tale has reached me, I once thought it pure,

Yet it came from a debauched and disgraced man,

عَبدُ العَزيزِ أَبو الضَحّاكِ كُنيَتُهُ

فيهِ مِنَ اللُؤمِ وَهيٌ غُيرُ مَمنوعِ

Abdul Aziz Abu Dhahhak is his nickname,

In it lies vileness and unrestrained shame,

وَلَم تَبِت أُمُّهُ إِلاّ مُطاحِنَةً

وَأَن تُواجِرَ في سَوفِ المَراضيعِ

His mother was nothing but a miller’s maid,

Who rented herself out to camel-herding men,

يَنسابُ ماءُ البَرايا في اِستِها سَرِباً

كَأَنَّما اِنسابَ في بَعضِ البَلاليعِ

Water streams from her vagina like a brook,

As if flowing from an uncorked wineskin then,

مِن ثَمَّ جاءَت بِهِ وَالبَظرُ حَنَّكَهُ

كَأَنَّهُ في اِستِها تِمثالُ يُسروعِ

Thus she bore him while her vulva was distended,

As if inside her there was an erected statue of wood.