ضاعَ شِعري وَقَلَّ في الناسِ قَدري

مِن وُقوفي بابَ اللَئيمِ اِبنِ شُكرِ

My poetry is lost and my worth is lessened among the people

From my standing at the door of the ignoble son of Shukr

لَو أَتَتهُ حَوالَةٌ بِحراهُ

قالَ سدّوا بِلِحيَتي بابَ جُحري

If a remittance for his debt came to him

He would say: Plug my beard into the hole of my burrow