أَفدِي الَّذِي أرشَفَ المُقلينَ رِيقَتَهُ

بِحَيثُ حُلِّىءَ عَن رَشفٍ مُريدوهُ

I ransom the one whose spittle the misguided desired

So that he may be adorned from the sipping of those who love him

غِرنَا فَقُلنَا أذِقهُ الحَتف قالَ لَنَا

لَولا تَرَجِّيهِ هَذَا لَم تَصِيدُوهَ

We were deceived so we said taste death, he said to us

Had you not hoped for this, you would not have captured him

هَذَا جَبِينِي مُوَارىً وَهوَ مُنفَلِت

فإِن يَكَن عِندَكُم كَيدٌ فَكيدوه

This is my forehead facing it while it is slipping away

So if you have any plot, then plot against him