وَلَوأَنَّني جاوَبتُهُ لأَمضَّهُ

نَواقِدُ قَولي وَاِحتِضارُ جوابي

And had I answered him, my words would have destroyed him

And had I answered him, he would have been tormented by

My sleeping words and my answer on the verge of death

The biting refutations of my speech and my ready retort,

وَلَكِنَّني أُغضي عَلى مَضَضِ الحَشا

وَلَو شِئتُ إِقداماً لَأُنشِبُ أَنيابي

But I force myself to endure the bitterness of grief

But I turn a blind eye, despite the burning in my heart,

And had I wanted to pounce, I would have bared my fangs

Though had I wished to charge, I would have sunk my fangs.