1. هَجوتَ الكِرامَ، وسُقْتَ الكلامَ

    كَثيبًا مَهيلًا، فَهلْ يُحمَلُ؟

    You reviled the noble and set forth your words

    As a loose sand dune—can it then be carried?

  2. وأنَّى لكفيَّ حَمْـلُ رمالٍ

    بِعشرٍ بهنَّ الهوى يثـقُـلُ

    And how can my two palms carry sand

    With ten fingers upon which passion weighs heavily?

  3. وطبعُ الكِرامِ كصخرٍ مُقيم

    تمرُّ الرِّيـاحُ... ولا يَرحَـلُ

    And the nature of the noble is like a steadfast rock:

    The winds pass by, but it does not depart.