أَخَفُّ مِن لا شَيءَ في سَجدَتِهِ

كَأَنَّهُ يُلسَعُ في جَبهَتِه

Lighter than nothing in his prostration

As if stung on his forehead

وَشَيخُ سوءٍ ذاكَ عِلمي بِهِ

يَمري عَلى الإِخوانَ مِن نَكهَتِه

That wicked old man I know him

Passing by the brothers with his expression

وَدَيدَبانٌ فَوقَ ساباطِهِ

وَالناسُ مُنغِضونَ عَن وَقفَتِه

And lice above his head covering

While people avert their gaze from his station

تَسَدَّرَ التُفّاحُ في خَدِّهِ

وَنَوَّرَ السَوسَنُ في لِحيَتِه

Apples cascading on his cheek

Lilies blossoming in his beard

وَقَد أَتانا بِبَراهينِهِ

وَما نَرى البُرهانَ في حُجَّتِه

He brought us his proofs

Yet we see no proof in his claim

وَوَرِثَ الهاضومَ عَن جَدِّهِ

وَعَن أَبيهِ فَهوَ في رُتبَتِه

Inheriting the swindler from his grandfather

And from his father so he holds his rank

ذاكَ دَواءٌ جَيِّدٌ نافِعٌ

يُصلِحُ ما يَشكوهُ مِن مِعدَتِه

That is excellent, beneficial medicine

Which cures whatever ails his stomach