لئنْ أسرفْتَ في ذَمّي مِرارا

وسُقْتَ الشِّعْرَ بارودًا ونارا

Though you have often railed against me

And fired poetic bullets, burning stark,

ورُحتَ تحشِّدُ الأنذالَ خوفًا

وسِعْتُ، وكنتُ للإسرافِ دارا

Mustering riffraff, craven fear your guide,

I showed forbearance, a home for excess.