رَأَيتُ اِبنَ عَمّي بادِياً لِيَ ضِغنَهُ

رَأَيتُ اِبنَ عَمّي بادِياً لِيَ ضِغنَهُ

وَواغِرُهُ في الصَدرِ لَيسَ بِذاهِبِ

وَواغِرُهُ في الصَدرِ لَيسَ بِذاهِبِ

I saw my paternal cousin, his grudge plain to me;

I saw my cousin reveal to me his resentment,

And his smoldering rancor in his breast does not depart.

While the rancor in his chest does not disappear