شُنطفُ يا عُوذَة السمواتِ وال

أرض وشمسَ النهار والقمرِ

Shuntaf—O amulet of the heavens and the—

earth, and sun of day, and moon!

إن كان إبليسُ خالقاً بشراً

فأنت عندي من ذلك البشر

If Iblis be a creator of humankind,

then, to my mind, you are of that human stock.

صوّركِ الماردُ اللعين فأع

طتكِ يداهُ مقابحَ الصُّورِ

The accursed demon fashioned you, and—

both his hands gave you the uglinesses of forms.

ولم تَعافي من البغاء ولا ال

بردِ وخُبْثِ النسيم والدَّفَرِ

You were spared neither whoredom nor—

coldness, foulness of breath, and stench.

بل أنتِ فوق المُنَى إذا ذُكر ال

قبحُ وفُحشُ العيوبِ والقَذر

Indeed, you are beyond all imagining when—

ugliness, the enormity of defects, and filth are named.

لم تَقطعي قطُّ ذا مُكايدةٍ

بل تقطعين الوتين بالبخَر

Never once did you fell anyone by grappling;

rather, with your fetid breath you sever the aorta.

ترمين آنافنا بأسهمه

عن شر قوسٍ وشرِّ ما وتر

You shoot its arrows at our noses,

from the worst bow—the worst thing ever strung.

والطيز عند الغناء مختلجٌ

تضْحك أشداقه إلى الكمر

And as you sing, your arse twitches,

its jowls laughing toward the heads of cocks.

شنطُف يا سوءَ ما مُنِيت به

ما كُنتِ إلا فريسةَ القدر

Shuntaf—O worst affliction I was made to bear!

You were nothing but the prey of fate.

لم تَنشُري قطُّ نائكاً وكذا

وجهُك حقاً يا نُشرةَ النشر

Never once did you revive a fucker; nor did—

your face, truly, O charm of revival and resurrection!