كَيْفَ أَهْجُوكَ والدَّنَاءَةُ سُورٌ

مِنْ حَدِيدٍ يَقِيكَ طَعْنِي وَضَرْبِي

How can I woo you when baseness is a wall

Of iron that protects you from my thrust and blow?

لَكَ عِرْضٌ أَرَقُّ نَسْجَاً مِنَ الرِّي

حِ وَأَوْهَى مِنْ طَيْلَسانِ ابْنِ حَرْبِ

You have a body more delicate than silk cloth

And weaker than the son of Harb's coat of mail.