أما غُلامي أسدٌ فقد نَشَز

وباع مأثورِ القريضِ واللُّغزْ

My boy has grown rebellious and wild

He sold his fine rhymes and wordplay

بِنَبَزٍ أقْبِح بذاك من نَبَز

واعتاضَ حجَّاماً أذُلاَّ بعد عِزّ

For ugly gossip worse than any tale

And challenged a humbled barber after glory

أسودَ مثلَ التيسِ هبَّ في المَعِز

ذا جُونَةٍ فيها القواريرُ لُزَز

Black as a billy goat leaping with the nanny goats

With a leather bottle full of murmuring beads

كبركةٍ مملوءةٍ من الإوزّ

إلى مشاريطَ حكَت أهداب قَزّ

Like a gourd filled with geese

To the combs that lined up the eyebrows of Qaz

إلى مواسٍ ما عداها لمسُ خَزّ

كأَنَّ نظْمَ شَرْطِهِ نظمُ خَرَز

To the refuge, nothing beside it he touched but withered

As if the rhyme scheme of his contract was a rhyme scheme of beads

لا يهمزُ المصَّ إِذا الغرُّ هَمَزْ

أعجِب به من فَوقِ أبيض احتفز

He doesn't trill the meem when the ghayn trills

He was admired by one mounted on white who spurred

فأيْرُ هذا في استِ ذا قد انغرز

كأَنه كُراعُ عَنْزٍ في أَرُزّ

How strange is this one whose hand is thrust in the saddle bags

As if he were a lamb herder in a bouquet of flowers