1. The Hizbawan, Dardabis,
And Takha, Nukakh, and Atalabis,

2. And Sabanta, Haqs, and Hayak,
And Hijris, Tirqasan, and Asatus

3. Are languages that disgust the ears
When recited, and sicken souls,

4. And it's ugly to mention the repellent rabble
Over the familiar and leave the dear.

5. Where are my words in this old dune,
And my sayings like an ancient column?

6. We found no singers to sing a nabk's
Melody on the lute as cups circle.

7. No, nor one who lilted "Rise, Bani Ummaya,"
When the pots were stirred.

8. Do I fancy that if I said to folly, "Up,
You know it's precious and dear,"

9. Or if I said to sitting, "Stand,"
People would know what standing is?

10. Leave the Asma'i his abundant draughts
In sobriety that lightens heads,

11. And asking the nomads about the pronunciation of "lafdh"
When "usus" is obscure to them.

12. Those languages have faded away, and the people's
Way is what the president says.

13. These hearts are iron,
And sweet words a magnet.