Sol 5.6

  1. O Muqran, son of the daughters of foreign infidels,

    and offspring of the Jews—the vilest of mankind!

  2. You have become an object lesson among all humanity:

    you came to ride pacing steeds after cattle,

  3. and in exchange for the mattock were given a mettlesome mount

    on which your whip leaves not the slightest mark.

  4. He trails robes of silk, while an old man of his

    at Nahr al-Mubarak cannot even cover himself.

  5. So tell Muqran: Why linger here,

    when this harvest of yours has now come in?

  6. Sell the sword, then get yourself a new sickle;

    exchange your whip for a spade, and go

  7. to the Fire, beyond the protection of God.

    Falter! May God drown you, you who plunge downward!

Sol 5.6