لَبِسَ الزِبالَةَ فَروَةً

وَمَشى الهَوَينا مَشيَ قَحبَه

He wore trash as a cloak

And walked the alleys with the gait of a whore

أَشجاعُ حُقَّ لَنا بِأَن

نَهجو الزَمانَ وَأَنَّ نسبَه

We have the right, by God, to

Criticize time and its lineage

آسَتِ أُمُّ دَهرٍ اَنتَ في

هِ بفروَةٍ وَأَنا بِجُبَّه

You, mother of ages, are in

A cloak while I am in rags