إِنَّ اِبنَ حَربٍ كَساني
ثَوباً يُطيلُ اِنحِرافَه
Indeed, Ibn Harb has clothed me
In a garment that keeps going askew.
أَظَلُّ أَدفَعُ عَنهُ
وَأَتَّقي كُلَّ آفَه
I keep warding harm away from it
And guarding against every danger.
فَقَد تَعَلَّمتُ مِن خَش
يَتي عَلَيهِ الثَقافَه
For I have learned, from my fear
For it, resourcefulness.
Sol 6.1