وَشاعِرٍ مِن بَني النجارِ

لا يَتَهَدّى إِلى الوَقارِ

A poet from the lineage of woodworkers

Does not aspire to dignity,

إِن عُرِّيَت فَيشَةٌ كَساها

ما لَيسَ يَكسوهُ غَيرَ عارِ

If a rag covers him, he is clothed,

Nothing but shame can clothe him,

وَجَنَّهُ اللَيلُ قَطُّ إِلّا

وَأَولَجَ اللَيلَ في النارِ

The night shelters him from all

But his own dark soul.