لئنْ أسرفْتَ في ذَمّي مِرارا

لئنْ أسرفْتَ في ذَمّي مِرارا

وسُقْتَ الشِّعْرَ بارودًا ونارا

وسُقْتَ الشِّعْرَ بارودًا ونارا

Even if you repeatedly went to excess in reviling me,

Though you have often railed against me

and delivered poetry as gunpowder and fire,

And fired poetic bullets, burning stark,

ورُحتَ تحشِّدُ الأنذالَ خوفًا

ورُحتَ تحشِّدُ الأنذالَ خوفًا

وسِعْتُ، وكنتُ للإسرافِ دارا

وسِعْتُ، وكنتُ للإسرافِ دارا

and went on mustering scoundrels out of fear,

Mustering riffraff, craven fear your guide,

I took it in, and was a home for excess.

I showed forbearance, a home for excess.