قولا لِفَخْراوَرَ قَوْلَ امْرِئٍ

فِي عِرْضِهِ عاثَ وَفِي الرِّيشِ راثْ

Say to the vainglorious crow, say to him

The words of a man whose honor he ruined and whose feathers he plucked.

يا جَبَلَ الُّلؤْمِ الثَّقِيلِ الَّذِي

لَيْسَ لَهُ فِي الصّالِحاتِ انْبِعاثْ

O heavy, gloomy mountain that

Has no hope of salvation or redemption.

ما كنْتَ أَهْلاً لِرَجائِي وَلا

مِثْلُكَ فِي الْكُرْبَةِ مَنْ يُسْتَغاثْ

You were never worthy of my hopes, nor

One I would call on for help in time of distress.

لكَّنِنِي كُنْتُ كَذِي جَوْعَةٍ

حَلَّتْ لَهُ الْمَيْتَةُ بَعْدَ الْثَّلاثْ

Yet I was like a starving man

Who after three days eats carrion.