1. Ibn Yusuf was described to me with every virtue,
Yet when I saw him, I saw just the opposite.

2. I asked him about his knowledge, as if I had asked,
About the inhabitants of an empty ruin.

3. And I was astonished by the filth on his fingertips,
Which no amount of washing could remove.

4. This writer, despite the people of his country,
And the poet calling for lofty principles.

5. It is said this old man always eats,
Tough food to remedy his severe troubles.

6. If lies were told about him, why did Abdelsalam,
Not omit them, and leave them concealed?