الكَلبُ وَالشاعِرُ في مَنزِلٍ

فَلَيتَ أَنّي لَم أَكُن شاعِرا

The dog and the poet in a house

If only I were not a poet

هَل هُوَ إِلّا باسِطٌ كَفَّهُ

يَستَطعِمُ الوارِدَ وَالصادِرا

Is he not but one with palms outstretched

Seeking alms from all who come and go