يا رَبَّنا رَبَّ الشَمالِ وَالصَبا

وَمَن سَعى بِالبَيتِ أَو تَحَصَّبا

O Lord of the north wind and the morning breeze

And he who sought the house or took shelter

اِبعَث لَهُ تَحتَ الظَلامِ عَقرَبا

مُصفَرَّةً تَنمي إِلَيهِ خَبَبا

Send him under the darkness a yellow scorpion

That grows toward him with pregnancy

تَسُلُّ مَحجوباً نَحيفاً نَيرَباً

أَكلَفَ لَو مَسَستَهُ لِأَندَبا

Creeping, slender, soft

Very painful if it touches him

كَأَنَّما تَمَسُّ مِنهُ حَرِبا

حَتّى إِذا خالَطتَهُ فَضَرَبا

As if you are touching it with war

Until when it mixes with him and strikes

أَتاكَ مِنهُ سائِلاً مُحَبَّباً

فَإِن نَجا فَاِبعَث إِلَيهِ القُرطُبا

It comes to you from him a loved asker

So if he survives, send him the oleander

يَمُرُّ يَفري سَبسَباً فَسَبسَبا

مُصَعِّداً دِماغَهُ مَصَوَّبا

Passing, dancing lightly then heavily

Raising his brain aimed

وَآكِلاً مِن لَحمِهِ وَشارِبا

جَزاءَ خَطّابٍ بِما تَحَوَّبا

Eating from his flesh and drinking

The reward of the writer for his imagination