إذا غرَّدَت قُمريَّةٌ خال صيحةً

عليه وإن هَبَّت صَبَاً قال فَيلَقُ

If a moon-like beauty cries out a complaint against him

And if the morning breeze blows, he says: so let it blow!

وإن نَفَضَ البرقُ الحجازي صِبغَه

على الجو قال المشرفيُّ الُمذلَّقُ

And if the Hejazi lightning sheds its dye

Upon the atmosphere, he says: O scattering one!

كأنَّ مَقِيلَ القلبِ منه قَرَارةٌ

تُصَفِّقها أيدي الرياح فَتَخفُقُ

As though the resting place of his heart were an ember

Clapped by the winds' hands, fluttering.