أتاني صحنٌ من قطائفك التي
غدت وهي روض قد تنبت بالقطر
A dish has come to me from your pastries that
Became, while a garden, grown by the rain
ولا غرو أن صدقت حلو حديثها
وسكره يرويه لي عن أبي الذر
No wonder she spoke sweetly and truthfully
Her drunkenness quenched by father of the star
