أَينَ عَمرٌ لَمّا دَعا أُمَّ عَمرٍ

وَلَدَيها مِنَ المُدامَةِ صَحنُ

Where is the life when Umm Amr was called

And her son was there with a bowl of wine

بِئسَتِ الأُمُّ لِلأَنامِ هِيَ الدُن

يا وَبِئسَ البَنونَ لِلأُمِّ نَحنُ

How miserable is a mother for people, she is lowly

Oh how wretched are sons to a mother, we are

كُلُّنا لا يَبُرُّها بِمَقالٍ

فَاِعذُروها إِذ لَيسَ بِالفِعلِ تَحنو

All of us do not comfort her with words

So forgive her, for it is not with deeds that one shows affection

فَسَدَ الأَمرُ كُلُّهُ فَاِترُكوا الإِع

رابَ إِنَّ الفَصاحَةَ اليَومَ لَحنُ

The matter is ruined, leave off grammatical correctness

For eloquence today is error