يا خَليلَيَّ وَأُيورُ أَمانَه

وَالبُظورُ المُبَقَّياتُ دِيانَه

My friend, those treasured nights gone by

When modesty cloaked pleasures now laid bare

لَم تُغِبَّ الخِتانَ أُمُّ مُوَيسٍ

أَنَّها لَم تَجِد كِرا الخَتّانَه

Umm Muways did not refuse the blade

But no honor in that blood found there

قَد رَأَيناهُ وَهوَ والي خَراجٍ

وَعَهِدناهُ وَهوَ خَمّارُ حانَه

We saw him as tax collector once

And as a tavern keeper otherwhen