وكم من قصيدٍ في علاك زففتها

بنظم قريضٍ من علاك الورى صفا

How many a poem have I composed for your sake,

In meters derived from the pure wisdom of life.

متى ما جلا ألفاظها الغر منشدٌ

على شاعرٍ يصفع قفا نبك في القفا

Whenever its strange words are chanted

By a poet who lays his head in sorrow on the executioner's block.