عَلقته رَشأ كَاللَيث ذا لبد

أَخنى عَلَيهِ الَّذي أَخنى عَلى لبدِ

His murky fangs, like a lion’s, were bared,

and the one who wept was he who made others weep.

فَصارَ في حالَة يُرثى لَها أَسَفاً

وَطالَما كانَ لا يرثي إِلى أَحَدِ

Now he is in a pitiful state, worthy of lamentation,

though long he lamented no one.