الحَمدُ لِلَّهِ إِنّي في جِوارِ فَتىً

حامي الحَقيقَةِ نَفّاعٍ وَضَرّارِ

Praise be to God! I dwell beside a youth

Whose truth defending tongue is sharp and free,

لا يَرفَعُ الطَرفَ إِلّا عِندَ مَكرُمَةٍ

مِنَ الحَياءِ وَلا يُغضي عَلى عارِ

Who lifts his eyes but at some gracious act,

Through bashfulness, not hate, of infamy.