إِنَّ بِمَعنٍ إِن فَخَرتَ لَمَفخَراً

وَفي غَيرِها تُبنى بُيوتُ المَكارِمِ

Though you may boast of courage in one aspect

In others are character's houses built

مَتى قُدتَ يا اِبنَ العَنبَرِيَّةِ عُصبَةً

مِنَ الناسِ تَهديها فِجاجَ المَخارِمِ

When will you, O son of the perfumers, lead a band

Of people, guiding them into deadly perils?

إِذا ما اِبنُ جَدٍّ كانَ ناهَزَ طَيِّئاً

فَإِنَّ الذُرى قَد صِرنَ تَحتَ المَناسِمِ

If the son of a nobleman becomes a base man

Then surely the times have fallen beneath the dividers

فَقَد بِزِمامٍ بَظرَ أُمِّكَ وَاِحتَفِر

بِأَيرِ أَبيكَ الفَسلِ كُرّاثَ عاسِمِ

So take your mother's udder in hand, be weaned,

And with your father's old bucket, draw for the thirsty.