قُرونُكَ تَحتَ أَقصَرِها الثُرَيّا

وَنَفسُكَ تَحتَ هِمَّتِها الحَضيضُ

Your horns under its shortest Thuriya star

And your soul under its lowest ambition

قَتَلتَ بِسَيفِ مَطلِكَ حَيَّ وَعدي

فَلَم يَقعُد عَنِ النارِ القَريضُ

You have killed with your unsheathed sword, alive and fleeing

So the cold did not refrain from the fire

إِذا قَعَدَ الوَفا بِكَ عَن حُقوقي

فَما لَكَ في قَضاحِقٍ نَهوضُ

When loyalty to you has refrained from my rights

Then you have no place in raging seas to rise