1. Abu Hafs, how futile my call will be
And my praise in your hearing is muted
١. أَبَا حَفصٍ وَمَا يُغنِي نِدَائِي
وَمَدحِي فِي سمَاعِكُمُ كَذَمِّ
2. When you sold Usamah, who took refuge
No virtue remains for the hearing over the deaf
٢. إِذَا بِعتُم أُسَامَةَ بِابنِ آوَى
فَمَا فَضلُ السَّمِيعِ عَلَى الأَصَمِّ