يا لِحية عَظُمَت في وَجهِ صاحِبها

كَثيفة خَبثت شَنعاء قَد قَبحت

O beard that grew on its owner's face

Thick and tangled, ugly in its heinousness

لَو النّجاسات كانَت أَبحُراً وُضِعَت

في تِلكُمُ اللّحية الشّنعاء ما طفحت

If all the world's filth were a single sea

In that odious beard it would overflow