يُرَدِّدُني بَينَ المَدينَةِ وَالَّتي

إِلَيها قُلوبُ الناسِ يَهوي مُنيبُها

He wavers me between the city and she

To whom people's hearts gravitate humbly

يُقَلِّبُ عَيناً لَم تَكُن لِخَليفَةٍ

مُشَوَّهَةً حَولاءَ بادٍ عُيوبُها

Turning an eye that was never for a successor

Distorted, cross-eyed, her defects apparent