هذِهِ الدُنيا سَآمَه

تَعبٌ فيها الإِقامَة

This world has wearied me

Staying in it is tiring

جَحد العاتي فَلَمّا

يُبقِ لي فيها كَرامَه

The unjust have denied me

And left me no dignity here

لَيسَ عَن ضُعفٍ قُعودي

عَنهُ لكِن عَن شَهامَه

My stillness is not from weakness

But from dignity and pride

ليَ نَفسٌ عَلَّمَتني

كَيفَ أَستَزري لِئامَه

I have a soul that taught me

How to disdain the vile

ليَ آدابٌ أَراها

فَوقَ خَدّ العِلمِ شامَه

I have manners I see

As the pinnacle of knowledge

وَيراعٌ يَتَمَنّى ال

فَجرُ لَو كانَ اِبتِسامَه

And a knight who wishes only

A smile to be sunrise

يُعرَفُ النَذلُ وَلَو حَطَّ

عَلى الرَأسِ عَمامَه

Meanness is known even if

A turban is upon the head

كُلُّ نَذلٍ مُستَبَدٍّ

في مُحَيّاهُ عَلامَه

Every vile upstart

Has a mark on his face

لَم أُحارِبهُ بِسَيف

بَل بِصِدقٍ وَاِستِقامَه

I did not fight him with a sword

But with truth and justice

إِن أُفَضِّل صفعَه بِال

نَعلِ أَنصِفه مُقامَه

If I grant him a slap with a sandal

I would match it to his station