ظَلَلتَ مُفترِش الهَلباء تَشتُمني

عِندَ الرَسولِ فَلَم تَصدُق وَلَم تُصِبِ

You slandered me, sprawled on the ground,

In the presence of the Messenger, but you were not truthful nor correct.

إِن تُبغُضونا فَإِنَّ الرومَ أَصلُكُمُ

وَالرومُ لا تَملُكُ البَغضاءَ لِلعَرَبِ

If you hate us, the Romans are your origins,

And the Romans cannot harbor hatred for the Arabs.

فَإِن سُؤدُدَنا عَودُ وَسُؤدُدَكُم

مُؤَخَرٌ عِندَ أَصلِ العَجبِ وَالذَنَبِ

For our roots are sound but your roots

Are deferred, at the origin of wonder and sin.