فَابْتَكَرَتْ عاذِلَةٌ لا تُلْحِي

قالَتْ وَلَمْ تُلْحِ وَكانَتْ تُلْحِي

A criticizer complained, but did not actually complain, though she meant to complain,

"Upon you the youth of caliphs, the immersion of slaves, the generous star!"

عَلَيْكَ سَيْبَ الخُلَفاءِ البُجْحِ

غَمْر الأَجارِيِّ كَرِيمُ السِنْحِ

Dazzling white, not born under the star of meanness,

On every wooden hill and every rugged cliff.

أَبْلَجُ لَمْ يُولَدْ بِنَجْمِ الشُحِّ

بِكُلِّ خَشْباءَ وَكُلِّ سَفْحِ