جَزاكِ اللَهُ شَرّاً مِن عَجوزٍ

وَلَقّاكِ العُقوقَ مِنَ البَنينِ

May God repay you with evil, you old hag,

And may your sons meet with filial impiety.

لَقَد سُوِّستِ أَمرَ بَنيكِ حَتّى

تَرَكتِهِمُ أَدَقَّ مِنَ الطَحينِ

You have poisoned your sons against me

Until you left them weaker than flour.

لِسانُكِ مِبرَدٌ لَم يُبقِ شَيئاً

وَدَرُّكِ دَرُّ جاذِبَةٍ دَهينِ

Your tongue is icy, leaving nothing,

And you are a coarse, vile slanderer.

فَإِن تُخلَي وَأَمرَكِ لا تَصولي

بِمُشتَدٍّ قُواهُ وَلا مَتينِ

But if you cross me and do not relent,

I will come at you with force, stout and sturdy.