أَلا قُل لِإِسماعيلَ إِنَّكَ شارِبٌ

بِكَأسِ بَني ماهانَ ضَربَةَ لازِمِ

Oh, say to Ismail: You are destined to drink

From the cup of the sons of Mahan—an inevitable blow.

أَتُسمِنُ أَولادَ الطَريدِ وَرَهطَهُ

بِإِهزالِ آلِ اللَهِ مِن نَسلِ هاشِمِ

Do you fatten the sons of the Outcast and his clan,

By starving the family of God, the lineage of Hashim?

وَإِن ذُكِرَ الجَعدِيِّ أَذرَيتَ عَبرَةً

وَقُلتَ أَدالَ اللَهُ مِن كُلِّ ظالِمِ

And if the Ja'di is mentioned, you shed a tear,

And say: "May God grant triumph over every tyrant!"

وَتُخبِرُ مَن لاقَيتَ أَنَّكَ صائِمٌ

وَتَغدو بِجَحرٍ مُفطِراً غَيرَ صائِمِ

You tell whomever you meet that you are fasting,

Yet slip into a hole to break it, fasting not at all.

فَإِن يَسرِ إِسماعيلُ في فَجَراتِهِ

فَلَيسَ أَميرُ المُؤمِنينَ بِنائِمِ

So if Ismail creeps along in his debaucheries,

The Commander of the Faithful is surely not asleep.