يا اِبنَ حَربٍ إِنّي أَرى في زَوايا

يا اِبنَ حَربٍ إِنّي أَرى في زَوايا

بَيتِنا مِثلَ ما كَسَوتَ جَماعَه

بَيتِنا مِثلَ ما كَسَوتَ جَماعَه

O Ibn Harb, I see in the corners

O son of war, indeed I see in the corners

of our house the like of what you clothed a group in:

Of our house, like what you have covered the group with

طَيلَسانٌ رَفَوتُهُ وَرَفَوتُ الرَ

طَيلَسانٌ رَفَوتُهُ وَرَفَوتُ الرَ

فوَ مِنهُ وَقَد رَقَعتُ رِقاعَه

فوَ مِنهُ وَقَد رَقَعتُ رِقاعَه

a taylasan mantle I have darned, and darned the darn-

A worn out garment whose tatters I have sewn

ing in it, and patched its patches.

And I have mended its patches

فَأَطاعَ البِلى فَصارَ خَليعاً

فَأَطاعَ البِلى فَصارَ خَليعاً

لَيسَ يُعطي الرَفّاءَ في الرَفوِ طاعَه

لَيسَ يُعطي الرَفّاءَ في الرَفوِ طاعَه

It obeyed decay and became threadbare;

So it surrendered to wear and became shabby

it will not obey the darner when he darns.

The tatters do not obey the mender

فَإِذا سائِلٌ رَآنِيَ فيهِ

فَإِذا سائِلٌ رَآنِيَ فيهِ

ظَنَّ أَنّي فَتىً مِنَ أَهلِ الصِناعَه

ظَنَّ أَنّي فَتىً مِنَ أَهلِ الصِناعَه

So whenever a beggar sees me in it,

Thus when a beggar sees me wearing it

he thinks I am a young craftsman.

He thinks I am a lad of the working class