أَنا اِبنُ الخالِدينَ إِذا تَلاقى

مِنَ الأَيّامِ يَوم ذو ضَجاجِ

I am the son of immortals when days

Of clamor meet, as though in it

كَأَنَّ اللَّعْبَ وَالخُطَباءَ فيهِ

قَسِيُّ مُثقفٍ ذاتَ اِعوِجاجِ

Play and orators were

A harsh highbrow full of twistings