أَبَا حَفصٍ وَمَا يُغنِي نِدَائِي

وَمَدحِي فِي سمَاعِكُمُ كَذَمِّ

Abu Hafs, how futile my call will be

And my praise in your hearing is muted

إِذَا بِعتُم أُسَامَةَ بِابنِ آوَى

فَمَا فَضلُ السَّمِيعِ عَلَى الأَصَمِّ

When you sold Usamah, who took refuge

No virtue remains for the hearing over the deaf