وكأنَّ ريح صنانِه من نتنِه

وكأنَّ ريح صنانِه من نتنِه

في أنف باكيةٍ سعوطٌ يُنشقُ

في أنف باكيةٍ سعوطٌ يُنشقُ

And the smell of his armpit odor, so foul, is like

As though the wind of his grinding teeth is from their stench

snuff inhaled into a weeping woman's nose.

In the nose of a weeping one, a thunderbolt splits