قيل إن الوزير قد قال شعراً
يجمع الجهل شملهُ ويعمه
They say the vizier has composed a poem
that gathers ignorance whole and crowns it with a turban.
ثم أخفاه فهو كالهر يخرا
في زوايا البيوت ثم يطمه
Then he hid it—for he is like a cat that shits
in the corners of houses, then covers it over.
ليتني كنت حاضراً حين يروي
ه فأفسو في راحتي وأشمه
If only I had been present when he recited
it—so I could fart into my palm and make him smell it.
Sol 5.6