أَبَا حَفصٍ وَمَا يُغنِي نِدَائِي

أَبَا حَفصٍ وَمَا يُغنِي نِدَائِي

وَمَدحِي فِي سمَاعِكُمُ كَذَمِّ

وَمَدحِي فِي سمَاعِكُمُ كَذَمِّ

O Abu Hafs, what good does my call do?

Abu Hafs, how futile my call will be

And my praise, to your ears, is like blame.

And my praise in your hearing is muted

إِذَا بِعتُم أُسَامَةَ بِابنِ آوَى

إِذَا بِعتُم أُسَامَةَ بِابنِ آوَى

فَمَا فَضلُ السَّمِيعِ عَلَى الأَصَمِّ

فَمَا فَضلُ السَّمِيعِ عَلَى الأَصَمِّ

If you have traded Usama—the lion—for a jackal,

When you sold Usamah, who took refuge

Then what advantage has one who hears over one who is deaf?

No virtue remains for the hearing over the deaf