ألا بأبي شمعةٌ قد حكتْ

سَنا الشمْسِ لاحَتْ بأفْلاكِها

By my father's life, a candle has described

The years of the sun when it shone in its orbits

كَخَودٍ تناثَرَ منْ عِقْدِها

لآلِئُ في جِنْحِ أحْلاكِها

Like a cheek from which its pearls were scattered

When the string was broken from its necklace

وقدْ رفَعَتْ فضْلَ أذْيالِها

لتلْقُطَ جوْهَرَ أسْلاكِها

And it has raised the train of its gown

To pick up the gems of its anklets