بحياةِ أيْرِ أبي الرَّجا

لمّا استَوى وتَسكْرَجا

The wind played gently with his cloak

As he stood tall and firm

وأتاك مُمتَدّاً فأد

خَلَ في حشاكَ وأخرجا

And when it pressed against him

It entered his raiment and left again

إلا احتشَمْتَ ولا تكو

نُ إلى هجائك مُحوِجا

Yet you were modest and did not allow

Your garment to be disheveled

فلقد رأيتَ وقد مدحْ

تُك كيف كان وكيف جا

For you saw and were lauded

For how you were and how you came to be

مَن كان يَصفَعُ بالمدي

ح فكيف ظنُّك إن هَجا

One who would strike others with praise

How would you expect him to disparage?