أُسهِرتَ لِلبَرقِ الَّذي

باتَت لَوامِعُهُ مُنيرَه

You stayed up late for the lightning,

Whose flashes illuminated the night,

وَذَكَرتَ إِقبالَ الزَم

انِ عَلَيكَ في الحالِ النَضيرَه

And you recalled the approach of time

Upon you in a similar splendid state.

أَيّامَ عَينُكَ بِالحَبي

بِ وَقُربِهِ عَينٌ قَريرَه

Days when your eyes delighted

In the beloved's presence, a joyful sight,

أَيّامَ تُجدي حَيثُ كُن

تَ لِعاشِقٍ كَفّاً مُنيرَه

Days when you found, wherever you were,

For a lover, a radiant palm.

ما بَينَ حاناتِ الجُوَي

ثِ إِلى المَطيرَةِ فَالحظيرَه

Between the taverns of youth

And the meadows, the sheepfolds,

فَغَدَوتَ بَعدَ جِوارِهِم

مُتَحَيِّراً في شَرِّ جيرَه

You wandered perplexed, after their company,

In the wretchedness of an inferior lot—

مِن باذِلٍ لِلعِرضِ د

ونَ البَذلِ لِلصِلَةِ اليَسيرَةِ

From one who offers his honor

For less than it's worth, an easy connection,

وَبِمُخرِقٍ يَصِفُ السَم

احَ وَنَفسُهُ نَفسٌ فَقيرَه

And from a beggar who describes pleasures

While his own soul is a needy thing;

وَمِنَ الكَبائِرِ ذُلُّ مَن

أَضحَت لَهُ نَفسٌ كَبيرَه

And among mortal sins is the abjection

Of one whose self has grown so vain.