عَيّاشُ يا ذا البُخلِ وَالتَصريدِ

وَسُلالَةَ التَضييقِ وَالتَنكيدِ

O Ayyash, you miserly and harsh man

From a lineage of meanness and oppression

البَردُ يَقتُلُ وَالكَزازُ بِدونِ ما

أَحكَمتَهُ مِن شِدَّةِ التَبريدِ

The cold kills, and the stove without what

You made so extremely cold

لُؤمٌ تَدينُ بِحُلوِهِ وَبِمُرِّهِ

فَكَأَنَّهُ جُزءٌ مِنَ التَوحيدِ

An infidel who believes in the sweet and the bitter

As though it is part of God's oneness

لَيُسَوِّدَنَّ يَفاعَ وَجهِكَ مَنطِقي

أَضعافَ ما سَوَّدتَ وَجهَ قَصيدي

My words will blacken your face manifold

More than you blackened the face of my poem

وَلَيَفضَحَنَّكَ في المَحافِلِ كُلِّها

صَدري كَما فَضَحَت يَداكَ وُرودي

And my chest will expose you in all gatherings

As your hands exposed my roses

ما كانَ خَبَّرَني القِياسُ بِباطِلٍ

عَنكُم وَلَكِن جُرتُ في التَقليدِ

Reasoning did not inform me falsely about you

But I followed tradition

فَطَرَحتُ في طَمَعي يَداً أَخرَجتُها

مِن طاعَةِ التَوفيقِ وَالتَسديدِ

So I stretched out a hand I had withdrawn

From obeying guidance and righteousness

وَرَجَوتُ نائِلَكُم رَجاءَكُمُ العُلا

بِتَذَكُّرِ العِلجانِ وَاليَعضيدِ

And I hoped for your heights with your hopes

Remembering the twisted and the crooked

وَنَسيتُ سوءَ فَعالِكُم نِسيانَكُم

آساسَكُم في كورَةِ البَشرودِ

And I forgot your misdeeds, your forgetfulness

Your foundation in the land of confusion