وَيكَ سَلِّم لِلواحِدِ الخَلّاقِ

إِنَّ في الحَلقِ قائِداً لِلحُلاقِ

Pay homage to the One Creator

For in the throat there is a leader of shaving

لَيسَ يُغني إِذا تَتابَعَ أَمرُ ال

لَهِ نَتفٌ وَلا طِلاءُ رَقاقِ

It will not avail when the command of fate continues

For him are sideburns and no thin leaves

قَد تَذَكَّرتُ مِنكَ بُخلَكَ عَنّي

بِكِتابٍ يا أَموَلَ الأَخلاقِ

I remembered your stinginess towards me

With a book, O richest of morals

ما كِتابُ المُقَطَّعاتِ أُسَمّي

هِ وَلَكِنَّهُ كِتابُ صَداقِ

The book of fragments I do not name it

But it is the book of friendship

أَيُّما حُرَّةٍ مِنَ الناسِ جادَت

لِخَليلٍ بِالمَهرِ بَعدَ الطلاقِ

Which free woman of mankind was generous

To a friend with dowry after divorce