حينَ لمْ أرْجُ للخَلاصِ سَبيلاً

دأبُهُ بالصَّدودِ فِي عُشّاقِهْ

When I could hope for no way to deliverance,

His constant habit was to turn away from his lovers,

قيّضَ اللهُ لِحْيَةً لخَلاصي

قُبِضَتْ بالبَنانِ فوْقَ خِناقِهْ

God provided a beard for my deliverance—

It was seized with the fingertips above his throat.