أَيُّها السَّائِلُ عَنّي إنَّني

قَد تَحامى الجُود عَنّي واعتَصَمْ

You who ask about me, I am one

Whose generosity has fled, who's become withdrawn,

عَزَّ مَن أَمدحُهُ في رَجبٍ

فَأَنا الأَخْرَسُ والشَّهْرُ الأَصَمْ

He whom I praise in Rajab is now too proud

So I stay mute, and the month passes unsung.