1. كَم يَلدَغُ لاعَدِمتُهُ من لَدغٍ

    قَلبي عَبثَاً عَقربُ ذاكَ الصُّدغِ

    How many stings it inflicts—may I never lose it—

    on my heart in play, the scorpion of that temple!

  2. يا ظالِمُ جُرتَ غايَةَ الجَورِ فَخَف

    من عَاقِبَةِ البَغي إلى كَم تبغي

    O oppressor, you have been unjust to the utmost, so fear

    the consequences of oppression—how long will you go on oppressing?