رَشاً عَجَبي مِنهُ وَقَد راحَ قاضِياً

عَلى كُلِّ صَبِّ كَيفَ لا يَقبَلِ الرُشى

How strange he takes no bribes, and still a judge

Though bribes be pressed on him on every hand

وَمَن طَرَفَهُ أَنّي بِبيضِ سَوادِهِ

يَقُدُّ وَلَم يُخدَشُ بِهِ الجِسمُ في الحَشا

And I that fair repute he has, gainsay,

Since with a blackened heart he leads - his hand unstained.