لَو كانَ ذو الرِثَّةِ يَرثى لَنا

أَمِنتُ مِن قالٍ وَمِن قيلِ

If the wealthy man took pity on us

I'd be assured of slander and gossip

لَكِنَّهُ أَوحَشُ مِن وَجهِهِ

وَكانَ مَأنوساً بِتَقبيلِ

But he's more forbidding than his visage

Though once was fond of kissing

فَصارَت العُذّالُ ما بَينَنا

تَدخُلُ بِالعَرضِ وَبِالطولِ

So between us now only the reproachers

Can come and go with their length and breadth