أفدي الذي زارني من بعد هجرته

ورقَّ لي إذ رأى آثار جفوته

I ransom with my soul the one who visited me after his estrangement

And was kind to me when he saw the effects of his aloofness

فنلتُ في قُربه الدنيا يا جمعها

ومرّ أسعَدُ وقتٍ لي برؤيته

So I gained through his nearness the pleasures of this world altogether

And the happiest time for me passed in seeing him

كأنَّ أوتارَه إذ بات يُعمِلها

قد اكتست مُلَحاً من حسن نغمته

As if when he stayed up at night playing the strings

They had gained sweetness from the beauty of his melody

ما أطيب الكاس للندمانِ من يده

ممزوجةً بجنى فيه ونكهتهِ

How good is the cup for the repentant from his hand

Mixed with wine in it and its flavor