هَجاني الأَلأَمانِ اِبنا دُخانٍ

وَأَيُّ الناسِ يَقتُلُهُ الهِجاءُ

The pains have attacked me, sons of smoking embers,

And which of the people is not killed by criticism?

وَلِدتُم بَعدَ إِخوَتِكُم مِنِ اِستٍ

فَهَلّا جِئتُمُ مِن حَيثُ جاؤوا

You were born after your brothers from a lineage,

Why then did you not come from where they came?