يا رُبَّ بصريٍّ رصاصيِّ الشَّمَطْ

عاندني فلو تنفَّستُ ضَرَطْ

O Lord, my eyesight is leaden

He antagonized me, so if I farted he shat

في الرأس واللحيةِ منه شُهْبةٌ

زَرقاءُ والوجه لطرموس النَّبط

In his head and beard there is a streak

Of blue, and his face is like the face of an Nabataean

كأنه جوزةُ هندٍ أخذتْ

فقُشِّرَتْ أطرافها دون الوسطْ

He is like an Indian walnut that

Had its edges peeled but not the middle

ينتقدُ الشعرَ ولا يعْرفُهُ

أكثر من قولته هذا النمطْ

He criticizes poetry yet does not know it

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