ثَلاثُِ مَآرِبٍ عَنسٌ وَكورٌ

وَنَهجٌ قَد أَبانَ فَهَل بُكورُ

Three fateful events, aching grief and blindness,

And a path that has become clear, so is there any dawn?

وَبَعضُ الناسِ في الدُنيا كَطَيرٍ

أَوانِفَ أَن تُلائِمُها الوُكورُ

And some people in this world are like birds,

Their beaks are too delicate for blindness.

ذُكورٌ لا إِناثَ لَها وَلَكِن

قَرائِنُها المُهَنَّدَةُ الذُكورُ

Males without females, but

Their effeminate companions are males.

عَرَفتُكُمُ بَني حَوّاءَ قِدماً

فَكُلُّكُمُ أَخو ضِغنٍ مَكورُ

I have long known you, o sons of Eve,

You are all the brothers of an ungrateful complainer.

وَما فيكُم عَلى الإِحسانِ جازٍ

وَلا مِنكُم عَلى النُعمى شَكورُ

And none of you rewards good deeds,

Nor is any among you grateful for blessings.