غَضِبَ الأَحمَقُ إِذ مازَحتُهُ

كَيفَ لَو كُنّا ذَكَرنا المَمرَغَه

The fool was angered when I jested with him,

How would it have been if we had mentioned the mop,

أَو ذَكَرنا أَنَّهُ لاعَبَها

لُعبَةَ الجِدِّ بِمَزحِ الدَّغدَغَه

Or mentioned that he was playing with it,

The game of seriousness with the jest of tickling.

سَوَّدَ اللَهُ بِخَمسٍ وَجهَهُ

دُغُنٍ أَمثالِ طينِ الرَدَغَه

May God blacken his face with five marks,

The likes of muddy clay of lizard holes,

خُنفُساوانِ وَبِنتا جُعَلٍ

وَالَّتي تَفتَرُّ عَنها وَزَغَه

With flat noses and daughters of toads,

And those from whom frogs burst out.

يَكسِرُ الشِعرَ وَإِن عاتَبتَهُ

في مَجالٍ قالَ هذا في اللُغَه

He criticizes poetry even if you admonish him,

In a field he says this is linguistics.