1. يا سائِلي عن خبرِ الرّغيف

    وعن أَبي القاسم في التَّوليفِ

    O you who ask me about the tale of the loaf,

    And about Abu al-Qasim in the composing:

  2. ناهِيكَه من خبرٍ طريفِ

    تُحْلَقُ فيه لِحْيَةُ العريفِ

    What a curious tale it is!

    In it, the headman's beard is shaved,

  3. ولا يقيم قمحُهُ في الرِّيفِ

    ويهربُ الربيعُ للخريفِ

    And its wheat does not remain in the countryside,

    And spring flees to autumn.

  4. كم للفقيهِ فيه من وقوفِ

    مشتهرِ في أَوَّل الصّفوفِ

    How often the jurist stands over it,

    Well-known in the foremost rows!

  5. يُنْفَشُ فيه أَلْفُ عِدْلِ صوفِ

    حتى يعرّي جلدة الخروفِ

    A thousand bales of wool are carded over it,

    Until the sheep's skin is stripped bare.

  6. يقول هل أَنكرتُمُ معروفي

    والله لا أَسكتُ عن رغيفي

    He says: Have you denied my kindness?

    By God, I will not keep silent about my loaf,

  7. ولا قنعتُ عنه بالتَّسويف

    كان غذائي وغذا حليفي

    Nor have I settled for stalling in its place.

    It was my food and my ally's food,

  8. وكان لي يُدَقُّ في السَّفوفِ

    لو رامه فارٌ من السقوفِ

    And was pounded for me into powder taken dry.

    If a mouse from the rooftops had sought it,

  9. صرفته في قبضة الصّروفِ

    كم شاربٍ من دونه مَنْتوفِ

    I would have consigned it to the clutches of fate.

    How many a mustache was plucked in its defense,

  10. وكم صِفاعٍ دونه عنيفِ

    من ذا يوافيني به ويوفي

    And how much violent slapping in its defense!

    Who will bring it to me and give me my due,

  11. يردُّ فضل عقلِيَ المصروفِ

    مُكفكِفاً لدمعِيَ المذروفِ

    Restoring what remains of my distracted mind,

    Wiping away my shed tears?

  12. آه عليه وعلى مَصِيفي

    أَظَنَّنِي أَمَلُّ من تعنيفي

    Ah, for it and for my summer retreat!

    Did he think I would tire of rebuking

  13. لعقلِ أَكَّالٍ له سخيفِ

    شيخٍ أَكولٍ أَحمَقٍ خفيفِ

    The foolish mind of this glutton—

    An old man, voracious, stupid, and frivolous?

  14. يضيع في توليفه تأْليفي

    يأْكلُ أَلْفَ حَمَلٍ معلوفِ

    My composition is lost in his composing.

    He devours a thousand well-fed lambs,

  15. يبدأَ قبل لحمه بِالصُّوفِ

    أَدعو عليه اللَّه في وقوفِ

    Beginning with the wool before its meat.

    I call on God against him while standing,

  16. دعاءَ خيرِ دَيِّنٍ عفيفِ

    With the prayer of the best of pious, chaste men.