لَقَد غَرَّني مِن جَعفَرٍ حُسنُ بابِهِ

وَلَم أَدرِ أَنَّ اللُؤمَ حَشوُ إِهابِهِ

The door of Ja'far charmed me with its beauty

I was deceived by the beauty of Ja'far's gate,

Yet I knew not that baseness filled his cloak

And knew not that baseness was the stuffing of his hide;

فَلَستُ وَإِن أَخطَأتُ في مَدحِ جَعفَرٍ

بِأَوَّلِ إِنسانٍ خَري في ثِيابِهِ

If I erred in praising Ja'far

So if I erred in singing Ja'far's praise,

I'm not the first man to judge by the clothes

I am not the first man to shit in his clothes.