بِئسَ التَحِيَّةُ بَينَنا المُرّانُ

وَضِرابُ يَومِ وَقيعَةٍ وَطِعانُ

Poor is the greeting between us, mutual blame

And a day of calamity and stabbing.

بَسَطوا إِلَيَّ أَنامِلاً مَغروسَةً

في اللُؤمِ لَم يَعرَق لَهُنَّ عِنانُ

They extended to me fingers dipped

In villainy, with no restraint upon them.