مَنْ طَلَبَ الودَّ مِنْ سَلاوِي

أنْشأهُ اللهُ منْ مَساوِي

He who seeks affection from the wicked

God created him from the lowly

هاويَةٌ أمُّهُ وفِيها

أبوهُ منْ بعْدِ ذاكَ هاوِي

His mother is an abyss

And after that, his father became lost

رِوايَةُ الفَضْلِ في انْقِطاعٍ

عنْهُمْ إذا ما فُرِضْتَ راوِي

The narration of virtue has ceased

From them, when you are made a narrator

حَمْقا فَما شِئْتَ منْ دِماغٍ

قدْ عدِمَ المُخَّ فهْوَ خاوِي

Fools, whatever brain you want

It is empty, devoid of mind

مرْضَى من الجهْلِ لا حَكيمٌ

ولا طَبيبٌ ولا مُداوِي

Sick with ignorance, no wise one

No doctor and no healer

ليْسَ لهُمْ في المَشاقِّ نِدٌّ

ولا نَظيرٌ ولا مُساوِي

They have no equal in difficulties

No peer and no match

قبّحَها اللهُ منْ وُجوهٍ

أدْحَضَها اللهُ منْ دَعاوِي

May God disfigure their faces

May God nullify their claims

يا لَيْتَني إذْ سكَنْتُ فيهِمْ

في أرْض والاتَنٍ قِناوِي

Oh, if only when I dwelled among them

I had dwelled in the land of lances and spears