بُلينا مِن الدُنيا بِصُحبة كاتب

قَد اِجتَمَعت فيهِ صِفات البَهائمِ

We suffered in life with the company of a writer

Who combined in himself the traits of beasts

دَعوهُ حَبيباً وَهوَ لا شَكَّ أَنَّهُ

بِغَيض وَمؤذٍ طَبعهُ كَالأَراقمِ

We called him a beloved while he was without doubt

Repugnant and hurtful, his nature like snakes

بَليد جَهول مُدّعٍ ذو غَباوَةٍ

أَكول بصير إِنَّما قَلبهُ عَمي

A stupid, ignorant pretender with foolishness

Gluttonous and alert, his heart is blind

إِذا ما بَدا في طَبعهِ الفظِّ خلته

كَزقّ هَواً يَبدو بِصورة آدمِ

When his rude empty nature appears

Like an empty bag taking the form of a man