يا طَيلَسانَ اِبنَ حَربٍ قَد هَمَمتَ بَأَن

تودي بِجِسمي كَما أَودى بِكَ الزَمَنُ

O Talisan, son of Harb, you have intended

To do away with my body as time has done away with you

ما فيكَ مِن مَلبَسٍ يُغني وَلا ثَمَنٍ

قَد أَوهَنَت حيلَتي أَركانُكَ الوُهُنُ

You have no garment that avails me nor price

Your weakened strategems have undone your pillars of weakness

فَلَو تَراني لَدى الرَفّاءِ مُرتَبِطاً

كَأَنَّني في يَدَيهِ الدَهرَ مُرتَهَنُ

If you could see me with the usurers, tied up

As if I were in the hands of fate, mortgaged

أَقولُ حينَ رَآني الناسُ أَلزَمُهُ

كَأَنَّما لِيَ في حانوتِهِ وَطَنُ

I say, when people saw me stick to him

As if I had a home in his shop

مَن كانَ يَسأَلُ عَنّا أَينَ مَنزلُنا

فَالأُقحُوانَةِ مِنّا مَنزِلٌ قَمَنُ

Whoever asked about us, where is our dwelling

The dunghill is for us a fragrant dwelling