يا خادم القوم جهلاً

بفكرةٍ مستقله

O server of the people in ignorance

With an independent thought

من غير آداب قلب

وكم لقولك زله

Without the politeness of heart

And how many slips of the tongue you have

متى تنال رضاهم

بذي الطباع المخله

When will you earn their satisfaction

With these flawed natures

قل لي بحقك وانصف

أذاك حال الموله

Tell me for your own sake and be fair

Is this the state of the master

ما للعبادة قدر

إن أسست فوق عله

Worship has no value

If founded on deviance