صانَ قِناعُ القُنوعِ وَجهي

صِيانَةَ الغِمدِ لِلحُسامِ

My veil of contentment guarded my face

Like a scabbard guarding a sword

لِأَنَّني لا اَرى بِعَيني

مَن هُوَ مِن طينَةِ الكِرامِ

For I do not see with my eyes

One who shares the clay of nobility

بَل كُلُّ ذي ضِنَّةٍ وَبِشرٍ

كَالبَرقِ في العارِضِ الجَهامِ

Rather, the mean and joyful alike

Like lightning in ominous clouds

يَلوحُ مَلبوسُهُ عَلَيهِ

كَمِثلِ آلٍ عَلى رَغامِ

His clothes adorn him

Like a corpse dressed for burial