For your age I don’t understand
Sahih in loyalty and in steadfastness
When the honorable were called to endeavors
The son of Abraham slackened
And Ibn Tuma sits in an evil house.
Of the Nabataeans, unable to stand
That basmine was smoked in their beards
I saw her weakness and blame
You think your claim is fictitious
That is why you called tuma tamima
you are not from a station on high
Neither Rahat Al-Fusay nor Karim
And do not circumcise your old woman, so that he
An old saying of your shame
If you sell it, you will
a wrong way
be proud of your mother, the dung
your father, you would have eavesdropped on the stars
If the claimant attributes his scorn,
Faces in which they were not blamed
So woe to your father! how did you perish?
You made all people adversaries