بَكرَ الخَليطُ إِلى اللَعينِ يَعودُهُ

إِذ باتَ مِن حُمّى الأَكُفِّ نَهيكا

The wretched man goes back to his wickedness

When he spent the night burning with hand fever

فَرَآهُ مَنتوفَ السِبالِ مُذَمَّمَ ال

آباءِ مَصفوعَ القَذالِ مَبيكا

So he saw him with drooping mustache, scowling,

With blackened eyes and a crying mouth

فَبَكى وَرَقَّ لَهُ وَقالَ مُسَلِّياً

لَكَ في مُصابِكَ أُسوَةٌ بِأَبيكا

So he cried for him and said to console him:

"You have an example to emulate in your father"

أَبشِر حَكَيتَ أَباكَ في أَفعالِهِ

وَأَظُنُّ نَجلَكَ بَعدَها يَحكيكا

"Rejoice! You told the story of your father in his deeds

And I think your son after you will tell your story"

فَأَجابَهُ المَرءُ اللَعينُ بِقَولِهِ

الحَقُّ لا يُسليكَ مِثلُ أَخيكا

The wretched man answered saying:

"The truth does not console you like your brother"