أَلا ثَكِلَتكَ أُمُّكَ عَبدَ عَمرٍو

أَبالخِزيات آخَيتَ المُلوكا

Alas, may your mother lose you, slave of Amr

You have made friends with despicable kings

هُمُ دَحُّوكَ لِلوَرِكَين دَماً

وَلَو سَأَلوا لأَعطَيت البُروكا

They tricked you into shedding blood

And if they had asked, you would have given them clothes

فَيَومُكَ عِندَ مومَسَةٍ هَلوكٍ

كَصِلَّ الرَّجع مِزهَرُها ضَحوكا

So your day is with a wretched prostitute

Whose smile at daybreak is like wilted flowers