فَيا وَليدي كُن غَداً شاعِراً
وَاِبدَأ بِهَجوِ الوالِدِ الآمِرِ
My son, be a poet tomorrow
And begin by satirizing your commanding father.
فَالذَنبُ ذَنبي وَأَنا المُعتَدي
هَل يَسلَمُ الشاعِرُ مِن شاعِرِ
The sin is mine, and I am the transgressor.
Can any poet be safe from another poet?
