رثيت له لما أتاني بكسرةٍ

رثيت له لما أتاني بكسرةٍ

وعارضه قد خط منشورَ ذله

وعارضه قد خط منشورَ ذله

I pitied him when he came to me in dejection,

I lamented for him when news of his defeat came to me

And his cheek-beard had inscribed the decree of his humiliation.

And his cheek showed a mark of humiliation’s blade

وما استوجبت مرآةُ خديه أنها

وما استوجبت مرآةُ خديه أنها

يغلفها ذاك العذارُ بجله

يغلفها ذاك العذارُ بجله

The mirror of his cheeks did not deserve to be

Yet his handsome face did not deserve to be veiled

Wrapped by that cheek-beard in its blanket.

By such shame and disgrace that enveloped its jade