1. وَقَد حَسُنَت عِندي كَواذِبُ وَعدِهِ

    وَيا رُبَّما اِستَحسَنتُ بارِقَ خُلَّبِ

    The falsehoods of his promise have grown sweet to me;

    and oh, how often I have admired a deceptive flash of lightning.