شِلِيرٌ لَعَمْري أَسَاءَ الْجِوَارَا

وَسَدَّ عَلَيَّ رَحِيبَ الْفَضَا

By my life, my neighbor has brought misery

And closed to me the open space.

هُوَ الشَّيْخُ أَبْرَدُ شَيْءٍ يُرَى

إِذَا لَبِسَ البُرْنُسَ الأَبْيَضَا

He is the sheikh, the coldest thing to behold

When he dons the white burnoose.