شَكا إِلَيَّ أَمرَدٌ

شَكا إِلَيَّ أَمرَدٌ

قَد حَثَّهُ ضيقُ اليَدِ

قَد حَثَّهُ ضيقُ اليَدِ

A beardless youth complained to me;

his straitened means had spurred him on.

فَقُلتُ لِمَ ضاقَت وَقَد

فَقُلتُ لِمَ ضاقَت وَقَد

وَسَّعتَ بابَ المَقعَدِ

وَسَّعتَ بابَ المَقعَدِ

So I said, “Why has your hand grown tight, when

you have widened the entrance to your backside?”