يَمُدُّ عُبَيدَ اللَهِ فينا سِتارَةً

قَليلاً عَلى سَمعِ الجَليسِ صَوابُها

Obaidullah extends in us a thin veil

Over the hearing of the companion - its rightness is little

نَهُمُّ بِإِشراعِ الحِجارَةِ نَحوَها

إِذا نَبَحَت لِلمُنتَشينَ كِلابُها

We rush with unleashing stones toward it

When its dogs bark at those walking about