أما لِهذا الشَيخ من عَهدِ عاد

من أجَلٍ يُقضي ولا مِن مَعاد

Does this old man have no past or future days

No time to fulfill or destiny to gaze

ليتَ لَنا في سنّه قَهوَةً

تُدِيلُ من ظُلمَتِهِ باتّقاد

If only we had coffee in his old age

To light his darkness and our night assuage

وليتَنا نخرجُ في صَفقةٍ

جائزةٍ عنهُ ولو بالحَماد

If only we could sell him for any price

And free ourselves, though selling isn't nice

وهل لَنا في البَيع من حِيلَةٍ

إذا رمينا بِثُبوتِ السَّداد

Can we find a clever selling artifice

To lose this deal though paid in full device