قَصَدْتُك لم أُرِد رِفداً وأنَّى

يَرومُ من الصَّفا العطشانُ رَيَّا

I sought you not for gain or need

As one who thirsts may ask the spring to heed

وكم من مانعٍ جَدواه بُخلاً

يكونُ بِجاهِه بَرّاً حَفِيَّا

Yet niggard souls their doors against me barred

Who by your grace were generous indeed

فكانَ لَحَاظُكَ المكرورُ شَزْراً

وكانَ جوابُك المفهومُ عِيَّا

So was your rug where I reclined outspread

And so your speech heartening at my need

فلو أني امتدحتُك مُستميحاً

سَللْتَ عليَّ عَضباً مَشرِفيَّا

And had I praised you, asking your consent

You would have rained reproaches on my head