عابُوا وقالوا بساقِهِ شعرٌ

لقدْ عَداهُ الكَمالُ منْ ساقِي

They jested and said that his leg was hairy

Perfection had passed him by from his legs

قُلتُ انْظُروا ورْدَ روْضِ وجْنَتِه

وكُلُّ ورْدٍ مَشوكُ السّاقِ

I said look at the roses of his garden

Every rose has thorns on its stem