إِن كُنتَ حاوَلتَ هَواناً فَما

هُنتُ وَما في الهونِ لي مِن مُقام

Though you tried to bring me low, I did not bow down,

For in humiliation I find no place to dwell.

في الناسِ أَبدالٌ وَلي مَزحَلٌ

عَن مَنزِلٍ ناءٍ وَمَرعىً وَخام

Among people some may wander, but I have a home -

A tent, a pasture, a wilderness to roam.

لا نائِلٌ مِنكَ وَلا مَوعِدٌ

وَلا رَسولٌ فَعَلَيكَ السَلام

I ask no favor of you, nor set a time

To meet; no messenger have I, so peace be thine.