سَئِمتُ مِنَ الوُقوفِ عَلى الطَريقِ

أُطالِبُ بِالقَديمِ مِنَ الحُقوقِ

I grew weary of standing by the wayside

Seeking what was once my right

وَأَنكَدُ ما سَمِعتُ بِهِطَليحٌ

يُعَلَّلُ بِاللَوامِعِ وَالبُروقِ

Yet the most galling words to reach my ears

Were masked by brilliant wit and clever quips