دهرُ سُوءٍ فيه ارْتفاعُ لَئيمٍ

وبَنانٌ من المَكارِمِ تُنْفَضْ

An era of evil in which a villain rises

And branches of virtues are shaken off.

فَيَدِي قد غَسلْتُها من نَداهُ

وفمُ الجَفْنِ بالدُّمُوعِ تَمَضْمَضْ

So I have washed my hands of his dew,

And the mouth of my eyelids I rinse with tears.