يا قَومُ هَل أَحسَستُمُ جَسّاسا

جاوَرَكُم يَحسَبُكُم أُناسا

O people, have you felt a spy

Who dwells among you counting you as people

وَلَم يَكُن يَحسَبُكُم أَتياسا

رُبداً يَبُلُّ مَذيُها الأَضراسا

Yet never considered you hosts

A sponger whose jaws drip with decay