1. At your door O family of Ruzzik, there is a poet
Content with your friendship and greeting

2. Yet the gatekeeper turned him away in ignorance of his face
As he once turned away Amr in his poverty

3. I longed for you until when I drew near
You kept your distance and there was but a handspan between us

4. And dawn welcoming me were yearning for me
How Strange then that Badr spurned my company

5. Even Husain, the master of my doctrine
Turned his face from me as if I were Shimr

6. And time increased over me the stinginess of Muhammad
Even though he is an ocean in every fingertip

7. Not all are swordsmen in the fray like Al-Husam
Nor all lands in their majesty like Egypt

8. But honor parted from them, spurning
One to whom straw and gold were equal