كانَ أَيراً صارَ سَيْراً

كانَ أَيراً صارَ سَيْراً

يَجلِدُ الأَكْسَاسَ سُخْرَه

يَجلِدُ الأَكْسَاسَ سُخْرَه

It was a cock; it became a leather strap,

Once mighty, now frail

flogging cunts under compulsion.

Wrestling heavy robes a chore

أَفَلا يَنفُرْنَ مِنّي

أَفَلا يَنفُرْنَ مِنّي

وَمَعِي شَيْبٌ وَدِرَّه

وَمَعِي شَيْبٌ وَدِرَّه

So will they not flee from me,

Why recoil from me

while I have gray hair and a whip?

When time’s white and wounds I bore