يا فَتى متويِّ رِفقاً

لَستَ مَن يُنكَرُ أَصلُه

O noble one, tread gently,

You are not one whose origin is denied.

اِنَّما يُنكَرُ مِنهُ

من جُنونٍ فيهِ ثقلُه

Rather what is denied in him,

Is the heaviness of madness within him.

أَنتَ نَذلٌ مِن كِرامٍ

أَنتَ في الطاووسِ رجلُه

You are an ignoble one from the noble,

You are the leg of a peacock.