وَمِمّا شَجاني أَنَّ دَهري أَذَلَّني

لِأَصنَعِ خَلقِ اللَهِ في صَنعَةِ الفَتكِ

My fate has humbled me

To serve the wicked ones of God's creation

قَضيبٌ قَضى لِلغَيِّ مِنّي حاجَةً

أَماتَ لَها ما كانَ حَيّاً مِنَ النُسكِ

A staff that caters to the wicked's every whim

Has killed all piety that once lived within

تَرى خَدَّهُ تَحتَ العِذارِ كَأَنَّهُ

كِتابٌ مِنَ الكافورِ عُنوِنَ بِالمِسكِ

You see his cheek beneath the veil as though

A scroll of camphor scented with musk