يا أَوحدَ الأُدباءِ إِنّي ناصِحٌ

يا أَوحدَ الأُدباءِ إِنّي ناصِحٌ

لا عاذِلٌ بَل عاذِرٌ فيمَن عَذر

لا عاذِلٌ بَل عاذِرٌ فيمَن عَذر

O peerless man of letters, I am a sincere adviser,

Oh foremost of poets, my counsel I bring

Not a reproacher, but one who excuses, among those who have excused.

Not censorious, but making allowance for all

لا تَجلسنَّ إِلى المَليح فَإِنَّني

لا تَجلسنَّ إِلى المَليح فَإِنَّني

أَخشى عَلَيك الرَشح مِن ضوء القَمر

أَخشى عَلَيك الرَشح مِن ضوء القَمر

Never sit beside the fair one, for I

Sit not with the fair, lest the moonlight should fling

Fear you may catch a cold from the moonlight.

Its sheen o’er your visage, and prove your downfall