Get at me, in his rage, and do me harm.

With him my uncle was, Mahomet-ben-El-Haffaf,

who remains at prayer all day.

He heard this prelude and he said to them,

"It is not an affair." "Fear not," they said,

"For they will put you also in the song."

He's tickled by the urchins' eulogies,

Who praise him as the master of chicane.

"'Tis finished now for thee to climb up masts."

They add: "You're but a laughing-stock for all.