يا فتى الجصاص قد أع

دمتني الإحسان دفعة

O young man of generosity, you have

Given me kindness all at once

ولزمت الشح بالرا

ح فما تسخو بجرعه

And clung to stinginess for the

Rest, so you are not generous with a sip.

قد أتى العيد وصحوي

فيه يا مولاي بدعه

The holiday has come and I am

Awake in it, my master, with a new wish.

أملي فيك قريبٌ

ليس فيه لي منعه

My hope in you is near

With nothing to prevent it for me.

شربةٌ من خمرك الصا

في ومن ندك قطعه

A drink of your pure wine

And a morsel from your hand.

ينبذ الحبُّ فيستنف

ده الشعر برقعه

Love pours it out, so poetry takes

Its veil off for it.