وَطَلعَةٍ بِقُبحِها قَد شُهِرَت

تَحكي زَوالَ نِعمَةٍ ما شُكِرَت

With an ugly dawn so infamous

It tells of blessings now gone

كَأَنَّها عَن لَحمِها قَد قُشِرَت

أَسمِج بِها صَحيفَةً قَد نُشِرَت

As if its flesh had been peeled

I see it as a page spread

عُنوانُها إِذا الوُحوشُ حُشِرَت

يَلعَنُها ما قَدَّمت وَأَخَّرَت

Its title, when beasts gather

Cursed for what it brought and delayed

صاحِبُها ذُو عَورَةٍ لَو سُتِرَت

إِن سارَ يَوماً فَالجِبالُ سُيِّرَت

Its author has a defect, if concealed

If he walked one day, mountains would walk

أَو رامَ أَكلاً فَالجَحيمُ سُعِّرت

If he wanted food, hell would blaze