تبتُ يا خمر عنك كَرهاً وقد كن

ت أعاصي في صحتي كل زجرِ

I renounced you, o wine, though once you were

My disobedience when in health each censure;

ونهاني الطبيب عنك ولا أج

هل للطب أي نهي وأمرِ

And though the doctor warned me against you, can

Medicine make unlawful that which it makes pure?

لا أرى منك في الضنى طب بطني

بعدما كنت في الأسى طب صدري

I see you bring no remedy for my care

Though once you were remedy for my despair.

ليت دائي مما يعالج بالخم

ر فألقى العذول فيها بعذري

Would that my sickness were of those made well

By wine, then my excuse would be lawful and fair.

كنت أشكو بالشعر هنداً فأمسى

لتَشَكِّي السقام والسهد شعري

With verse I once complained of love, but now

My verse complains of sickness and care instead.