وَإِنَّ الَّذي يَجري لِسُخطي وَرِيبَتي

لَكَ الوَيلُ ريحَ الكَلبِ إِن كُنتَ تَعقِلُ

And verily, he who incurs my wrath and suspicion

Woe unto you, O stinking wind, if you were reasonable!

لكَالمُستَبيلِ الأُسدَ والمَوتُ دونَ ما

يُحاوِلُ مِن أَبوالِها إِذ تَبَوَّلُ

For you are like one who provokes the lion and courting death, short of

What issues from its den when nature calls!