نحن في دهر على المع

دم لا يجدي أبّوه

We live in an age full of vice

Where shedding blood is purposeless

وعلى الوالد لا يف

ضلُ إن عال بنوه

And a father gains no merit

From the virtues of his sons

لو رأى الناس شريفا

سلائلا ما وصلوه

Were people to see a noble man

In chains, they would not free him

وهم إن طمعوا

في زاد كلب أكلوه

And if they craved a bite to eat

They'd feast on the rations of a dog