يا قاضِيَ البَصرَةِ ذا الوَجهِ الأَغَر

إِلَيكَ أَشكو ما مَضى وَما غَبَر

Oh Qadi of Basra with the radiant face

To you I complain of what's past and what's to come

عَفا زَمانٌ وَشِتاءٌ قَد حَضَر

إِنَّ أَبا عَمرَةَ في بَيتي اِنجَحَر

The seasons have turned, winter is here

Abu Amra has made his home in my house

يَضرِبُ بِالدَفِّ وَإِن شاءَ زَمَر

فَاِطرِدهُ عَنّي بِدَقيقٍ يُنتَظَر

Beating his tambourine, making a racket if he pleases

So drive him from me with some long awaited bread