وَسَلِ الجارَ وَالمُعَصِّبَ وَالأض

يافَ وَهناً إِذا تَحَيّوا لَدَيّا

Ask the neighbor, the passionate one, and the guests

When they greet me kindly

كَيفَ يَلقَونَني إِذا نَبَحَ الكَل

بُ وَراءَ الكُسورِ نَبحاً خَفيّا

How they find me when the dog barks

Secretly behind the walls

وَمَشى الحالِبُ المُبِسُّ إِلى النا

بِ فَلَم يقرِ أَصفَر الحَيِّ رَيّا

And the sorrowful milkman walked to the spring

But did not water the yellow district at all

لَم تَكُن خارِجيَّةً مِن تُراثٍ

حادِثٍ بَل وَرثتُ ذاكَ عَليّا

It was not an external inheritance from recent heritage

Rather, I inherited that from Ali