تُقَهْقِهُ عندَ رؤيتِه الثّكالَى

ويضْحَكُ منْهُ معْتادُ العُبوسِ

He giggles at the sight of widows

And the ever-frowning one laughs at him

فقَرْنٌ منْ نُظارِ العاجِ سلْمٌ

ووجْهٌ منْ لُبابِ الأبُنوسِ

So a pair of ivory binoculars is a staircase

And a face of dried mud is submission