قالَ ثَوبُ الشُجاعِ وَهوَ جَميلٌ

تَعشَقُ العَينُ نَظرَةً مِنهُ عِشقا

The robe of the valiant, and it is fair

The eye desires a glance from it, love

صِرتُ في فَروَةِ النُمَيرِيِّ سُحقاً

لَيتَني لا عَدِمتُ مَرضاً وَحَدقا

I became on the fringe of al-Numayri shredded

If only I was not missing an illness and pupil

لَو أَرادَ الزَمانُ يَعظِمُ قَدري

لَم يَدَعني عَلى الزِبالَةِ مُلقى

If time wanted to magnify my worth

It would not have left me discarded on the rubbish