بِحَياةِ زَينَبَ يا ابنَ عَبدِ الواحِدِ

وَبِحَقِّ كُلِّ بُنَيَّةٍ في ناهِدِ

By the life of Zainab, O Ibn Abd al-Wahid

And by the right of every maiden in her bloom

ما صارَ عِندَكَ رَوشَنُ ابنُ مُحَسِّنٍ

فيما يَقولُ النَّاسُ أَعدَلَ شاهِدِ

What has become clear to you, Ibn Muhsin’s son

In what people say, the most just witness?

نَسَخَ التَّعاقُل مِنهُ خَلطَ عَمارَةٍ

وافاهُ في هَذا الزَّمانِ البارِدِ

Reason has been erased from him, he confused Amr

And this cold time has reached him