لَو نَطَقَ الدَهرُ في تَصَرُّفِهِ

لَعَدَّنا كُلُّنا مِنَ التَفثِ

If time could speak of its travails

We would all count as most impure

قالَ لَنا إِنَّني أَحِجُّ إِلى اللَ

هِ وَأَنتُم مِن أَقبَحِ الرَفثِ

It would say, I do profess to God

While you wallow in the manure

نَفَّثتُكُمُ مَرَّةً عَلى غَلَطٍ

مِنّي فَهَل تَعذَرونَ في النَفثِ

I once exhaled you by mistake

Can you then my breath endure