وَمِن عَجَبٍ أَنِّي إِذَا قُمتُ قَانِتاً

لِرَبِّي أُنَادِي بالصَّلاةِ وأُعلِنُ

It is strange that when I stand devoutly

To pray to my Lord and proclaim

يُقَعقِعُ فِي رجِلي الحَديدُ كأَنَّمَا

يُعارِضُ صَوتِي بالأَذَانِ فَيَلحَنُ

The iron clanks on my feet as if

It accompanies my voice with the call to prayer, dissonant,

فَقُلتُ اعِتبَاراً بَينَ قَيدِي وَمِقوَلِي

أَذلكَ ناقُوسٌ وَهَذَا مُؤَذِّنُ

So I considered the difference between my shackle and my words:

Is this a church bell and this a muezzin?