حَوَيْتَ مِنَ السَّوْءَاتِ مَا لَوْ طَرَحْتَهُ

عَلَى الشَّمْسِ لَمْ تَطْلُعْ بِكُلِّ مَكَانِ

You contain so much evil that if cast

Upon the sun, she would never rise again.

وَمَا تَرَكَ الْهَاجُونَ فِيكَ بَقِيَّةً

يَدُورُ عَلَيْهَا فِي الْهِجَاءِ لِسَانِي

The slanderers have spared no shred of you -

Around their insults shall my tongue now spin.