لا تَعجَبوا مِن بَلى غِلالته

قَد زرّ كِتانها عَلى القَمر

Do not wonder at the tatters of his garment,

Its linen has been worn down upon the moon.

يا مَن حَكى الماء فَرط رقته

وَقَلبه في قَساوة الحَجَر

O you who related the water's flowing gentleness,

And inverted it into the harshness of stone!

يا قَمَراً ثَوبَهُ وَرامقه

مِنهُ حذار البَلى عَلى خَطَر

O moon! Your robe and your visage -

Beware of tatters hanging by a thread!

يا لَيتَ حَظي كَحَظ ثَوبك مِن

جسمك يا واحِداً مِنَ البَشَر

If only my fortune were like your garment's

Against your body, O singular among men!