وكلّ على القلب مُستنكر

ثقيل كدين على مُعسر

Everything about him is repulsive

Like a debt to one impoverished

يسمّى طاهرا وهو لو خالطت

نجاستهُ البحر لم يطهر

He's called pure yet if his filth

Was dropped in the sea, it wouldn't be cleansed

وإبليس من قُبحه يستعيذُ

على أنّهُ سيّءُ المنظر

Even Iblis seeks refuge from his ugliness

Though he's foul in appearance

ولو حمل الريحُ من بحره

إلى عاطر الهند لم يعطر

If the wind carried his stench

To fragrant India, it wouldn't be sweetened