ظَلّتْ مَطَايا المَلاهِي وهي واجِفَةٌ

وظَلّلَتْنا مَطَايا الوَرْدِ والآسِ

The steeds of revelry remained idle and neglected

While the steeds of roses and myrtles shaded us

باكَرْتُها قَبْلَ إِسْفَارِ الضُّحَى بِيَدِي

فما تَبَلّجَ حَتّى نَكّسَتْ رَاسِي

I plucked them before the dawn’s departure with my hands

Yet they did not glisten before bowing their heads