لِاِبنِ جُريجٍ خُلُقٍ مُرُّ

وَعِشرَةٌ مَسلَكُها وَعرُ

The son of Jurayj is moral rottenness,

His companions are depraved wild folk.

فَدمٌ تَرى مِنهُ تَمَصبَطرِماً

وَما لَهُ نَهيٌ وَلا أَمرُ

You see blood dripping from him, a gushing stream,

He has no restraint or command.

إِن بَدَتِ الصَحراءُ مِن وَجهِهِ

فاحَ لَها مِن وَجهِهِ قَبرُ

If the desert reveals its face to him,

His face brings upon it only ruin.