فديت من مر في الرصافة بي

فقلت يا سيدي فلم يُجب

I called out to one who passed through Rusafa

Saying "My lord," but no reply came back

واصفر غيظاً علي وامتزجت

صفرةُ ذاك اللجين بالذهب

He turned yellow with rage against me

And the yellowness of his cowardice mixed with gold