حَدَّثونا عَن بِدعَةٍ فَأَبَينا

فَتَغَنَّت فَظُنَّ في البَيتِ بوقُ

They spoke to us of heresy, but we refused

So the nightingale sang, and they thought it was an owl hooting in the house

وَإِذا شَوكَةٍ تَقَصَّفُ يُبساً

فَوقَها رَأسُ فارَةٍ مَحلوقُ

And there was a thorn bush, shedding dry leaves

Above it, the shorn head of a weasel