1. Say to Sarjas: O son of the lustful whore,

    and of one whose belly holds a burning lust;

  2. and son of her who set aside her anus for the ailment,

    as an endowment for every stallion who fucked her—a charitable gift;

  3. and one whose head is humbled by the impact of slaps,

    like throats strangled by a rope;

  4. and one who, when the Nabataeans are counted, is—whenever

    he declares his ancestry—of the vilest class;

  5. and one with a tormenting itch for sodomy in his anus,

    which has scorched his eyelid—nay, prolonged his sleeplessness;

  6. and one with foul breath that fells whoever addresses him,

    yes, and leaves his very soul in turmoil;

  7. and one with a fornicating paternal aunt and a mother,

    a vile procuress, dishonored and worn-out;

  8. and a wicked sister who farts upon cocks,

    like an ass farting before the farrier who has pulled its head up by the halter;

  9. Time has shown us a marvel among its vicissitudes,

    when one like you came to twist his neck haughtily in it.

  10. I swear: were it not for my ready judgment and my knowledge

    of your paltry worth, O son of the carcass in heat,

  11. I would have split your nape, bloodied by slaps,

    with slaps that would leave you with your eyeball popping out.

  12. But I rose above you in rank, for my father

    is valiant and generous, and my grandfather surpassed his predecessors.

  13. Yet how can your soul escape, when it has been scorched

    by my onslaught, with my claws clinging to it?

  14. O son of her who, when night grows dark over a man,

    and he spends the night stabbing her ring with his cock,

  15. gives a snort mimicking the sound of her [farting-hole],

    when the libertine, in lewd play, slaps it with his balls.

  16. If you showed me your ignorance out of destitution,

    when I took offense for a freeborn man of manifest compassion—

  17. and that man is valiant: were all creation to race him

    toward eminence and open-handed generosity, it would not outrun him—

  18. but for misfortunes that turned away from you, shunning you,

    seeking someone else to pierce with calamities,

  19. Badr and Najm would have handed you over to

    a humiliation whose horror leaves even death terror-stricken.

  20. And what passed you by is something you will not lack,

    and soon you shall collect it as a promptly paid allowance.

Sol 6.1