Someone said that Hajjaj is a bloodthirsty man

His heart is like a piece of black stone

He does not fear the sighs and cries of the people

O God, take from him what belongs to the people

A worldly-wise old man was born long ago

He gave a piece of advice to a young man

The oppressed and poor take from him

And others seek revenge from him

Let go of him and his fate

For fate will bring him low under his own hand

I will not benefit from his oppression

Nor will I find gossip pleasing from you

The sinner’s crime took him to hell

He filled the cup and the black devils came

Others run to gossip

Let it not be that he alone ends up in hell