يا وَجهَ مَن لا يُرتَجى نَيلُهُ

وَلَستُ بِالآمِنِ مِن ضَيرِهِ

O face of one I cannot hope to attain

And am not safe from his disdain

كَأَنَّهُ القِردُ إِذا ما مَشى

يَعتُلُهُ القَرّادُ في سَيرِهِ

As though he were the ape who walked upright

With boys pursuing, jeering spite