1. لَهانَ بَنو التُركِ حَتّى غَدَوا

    مَماليكَ كُلِّ لَئيمٍ خَسيسِ

    So abased are the sons of the Turks that they have become

    the slaves of every base, contemptible man.

  2. إِذا ما مَشَوا خَلفَهُم خِلتَهُم

    ظِباءَ الأَجارِعِ خَلفَ التُيوسِ

    Whenever they walk behind them, you would take them for

    gazelles of the sandy wastes trailing behind billy goats—

  3. حِسانُ الوُجوهِ وَلَكِنَّهُم

    سُعودٌ طَوالِعُ خَلفَ النحوسِ

    handsome of face, and yet they are

    auspicious stars rising behind stars of ill omen.