تطلع أيري من مئزري

وكلُّ كمينٍ له ثَوْرَهْ

My robe rises up

And every hidden ambush has its rage

فقال ليَ الجلساء استتر

وصاروا وجوهَهُمُ صَوْره

The sitting ones told me "cover up"

And their faces turned into images

فقلت هو العضو لو فاتني

عدمت البسالة والسوره

I said, it is the limb, if it fails me

I would lack valor and walls

وكيف تعدونه عورةً

ولولاهُ أصبحتُمُ عوره

And how do you consider it nakedness

Without it, you would become naked