of the Qur’an, and He granted me a son—Ḥayyān ibn Māzin. I then composed:
[Ṭawīl metre]
1 To you, O Messenger of God, my mount hastened,
cleaving the deserts from Oman to al-ʿArj;
2 that you might intercede for me, best of those who ever trod the earth,
so my Lord would pardon me and I return in triumph;
3 to a people whose creed, for God’s sake, I have opposed—
their view is not my view, nor is their path my path;
4 I had been a man bewitched by wine and debauchery in my youth
until my frame began to show the signs of decline;
5 then He replaced my wine with awe and godfearing restraint,
my promiscuity with chastity, and He protected my honour;
6 so my heart is now set on striving in His cause:
for God are my fasts, and for God my pilgrimage.
He said: When I returned to my people they rebuked and insulted me, and they hired their poet to lampoon me. I remarked, ‘If I answer him, I will only be satirising myself,’ and I left them. Later they sent me a great reconciliation; I had always overseen their affairs. They said, ‘Cousin, we censured you and disliked what you did. If you insist on it, at least come back, take charge of our affairs, and keep your religion as you please.’
I went back with them and recited:
[Basīṭ metre]
1 Your hatred for us has a bitter taste with us,
while our hatred for you, O our people, is like milk to you;
2 When your faults are spread abroad, the age itself takes no heed,
yet every one of you is all alert when our defects are named;
3 Our poet keeps silent about you, but yours—
in our lean times—is sharp-tongued and eloquent in abuse;
4 Know that what lies in our hearts toward you is rancour,
and in your hearts there dwell hatred and spite.
Māzin concluded: Thereafter Allah guided them all to Islam.